Thread:Patrick.vtap/@comment-25356210-20161207141011/@comment-26210095-20161208015318

I have something I might be able to use. I had a really good plot and everything but it never took off, y'see.

Ha.

Azruben was dressed in his rich but functional clothes for the heat of Umbar. Walking down the Street of Silk (in the Merchants Quarter), a young girl (rather pretty, but he was on business matters) bumped into him and tripped him over. He gives her a harsh look. "Watch where your going next time." and gets up, dusts himself, and continues on his way. His destination was in reach, time to bribe the captain of the City Guard. He reached towards his money-satchel he kept on him at all times. It was... gone! "That idiot street-urchin." He growls as he begins to run in the opposite direction, and drawing his rapier-blade. Few people turn heads at this, bared blades are a common sight in Umbar. Nobody, however would have the audacity to rob Azruben Elerion, terror of the seas, The Prince of the city. Nobody.