Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-24530992-20191117053129

A shriek echoed from an abandoned alley way, covered in nothing but soot and ash.

“Ugh, you stupid boy! This food wasn’t free!” An older dunmer lady shouted, trying to shake a scrawny looking elf-ish boy off of her arm.

“Please, I’m hungry. Just a bite,” he wheezed, partially muffled in the midst of the struggle. “I need... food...”

“No! Get off of me!” She shouted, bringing her knee up and stomping on his foot. He groaned, falling back into a pile of ash.

“Gods you... I’m going to get you!” He echoed from an abandoned alley way, covered in nothing but soot and ash.

“Ugh, you stupid boy! This food wasn’t free!” An older dunmer lady shouted, trying to shake a scrawny looking elf-ish boy off of her arm.

“Please, I’m hungry. Just a bite,” he grumbled, partially muffled in the midst of the struggle. “I need... food...”

“No! Get off of me!” She shouted, bringing her knee up and stomping on his foot. He groaned, falling back into a pile of ash.

“Gods you... I’m going to get you!” He wheezed, picking himself up, dusting himself off, he broke into a sprint after the lady, his dagger gripped between white knuckles. Just before he was able to extend a hand to grab a bag of stale bread, a force knocked him down back into the ground with a sizable force. The lady didn’t even bother to look back, darting into shelter away from the would-be thief.

“Thieving from a poor lady in the midst of an apocalypse. That’s a new low,” a muffled baritone voice scolded, the figure then standing over the boy on the ground.

“Don’t... mock me, N’wah..” he seethed, curled in a fetal position on the ash-dusted pathway. The man chuckled, shaking his head.

“You can’t keep doing this, Rialor. There has to be some form of law in this wasteland.”

The boy- Rialor- grunted in response, sitting himself up. “Yeah, alright, asshole. Keep telling yourself that.”

“Get off the ground, kid. I’ll get you something to eat now, but I’m not your friend- remember that. Any connections we have right now are over after I drop you off.”

“Yeah, thanks, Sentinel. I know.”

Sentinel offered a hand to Rialor, who then took it and got back into his feet. The final stop of Sentinel’s travels with the half-breed, Davon’s Watch, was now here. The vigilante, to pick up new contracts, and Rialor to have a fighting chance of keeping himself alive,