[b][u]E Z L A N[/u][/b]
[color=Gray][i]On the streets now heading to the guild[/i][/color]

With a heavy ‘THUD’ the third consecutive body came out crashing down to the hard dusty bustling road very unceremoniously. Crowds and passerby’s began to pause and gathered to watch the sudden commotion with curiosity and a slight selfish interest.

With a groan, the latest body to be added to the street managed to pull himself back together and regain his knees. In doing so, a shiny copper coin escaped his grasp, slipping from his fingers it rolled out, bouncing its way across the sand and dirt travelling further and further away. Finally its journey came to a end, hitting the toe of a bystanders sturdy worn boot it gently ricocheted back and fell into a spiral before eventually settling down on the spot. Now flat on its side a familiar and well known symbol was exposed to the bright sky above, that of a river winding beneath a shield. 

With a sigh, the boots owner, a guild message runner in hooded travel garb, quickly knelt down and picked it up.
[i]”How many this time?”[/i] they asked in a quiet harsh whisper, quickly hiding the guild token from anyone else’s view. Frustration and amusement entwined together within their voice.

“Three” The man kneeling on the floor replied roughly with a battered cough. Slowly he brought himself to stand, gradually and steadily stretching out his limbs as he did, giving the odd wince of pain as he tested his mobility and movement. Standing just above average height and of a solid muscular build. His skin kissed from the sun and marred with the faint marks of old scars, was highly exposed under his  loose open common dockhand garbs. He had short disheveled dark hair with a beard to match and piecing intense eyes that held capability of a ferocity and playfulness both. 
A wicked and dangerously charming smile took his face revealing a full row of white teeth stained with blood, sitting behind his split, bruised lower lip. He dust himself off and rolled his neck from side to side letting out a loud crunching sound. 

“Three, is that all? You’re losing your touch.” The messenger replied in a soft quiet voice while cautiously watching the two men still on the floor and the other five tightly packed in and around the taverns exit, trying to look as intimidating as they could while nervously waiting to see what would happen next.

“I thought I did pretty well for myself.” He said proudly.
“Two of ‘em were sisters, ‘en’ I think the other someone’s daughter or wife.” Of course, this guy wasn’t counting the number of men he was fighting but instead was more focused on the woman he was bedding. What a man chose to measure showed where his priorities lay.

The messenger seemed slightly aggravated by this last remark, maybe even a little insulted. With a huff they fell back their hood, purposely revealing a head of long luscious burgundy red hair. She bore a noticeably pretty face, light skin with some gentle freckles across her cheeks, soft plump lips and the most sky blue eyes ever seen. Beneath the protective layered runners outfit she was fit in frame albeit slightly thin from a life time of eating just barely enough. Because of this she still held the body shape of a younger girl. But a girl nonetheless.
With the effects of her display and the point of her theatrics going seemingly unnoticed, she grumbled and growled. “Ezlan! “Your presence is requested back at the guild.” She snapped, delivering her intended message.

“Yup wife.” Ezlan confirmed to himself, ignoring the messenger as he leant over one of the unconscious men, checking his pulse and lifting up his hand. 
“Well I guess he won’t be needing this anymore.” He said with a proud self-amused chuckle as he removed the unconscious mans wedding ring. “You gave it a good try, may the Maiden bless your efforts with new opportunities for honour.” Pocketing the ring he nonchalantly let the mans arm fall heavily to the floor as he walked on by.

The messenger noticing the men at the tavern growing increasingly restless with Ezlans presence and antics, while the women at the windows swooning at the glass only making matters worse, she swiftly added to her previous sentence, 
“It may have something to do with that Iron Harbour attack.” She blurted out desperately.

Finally this caught Ezlan’s attention, the messenger sighed a sigh of relief. ‘Thank god.’ She whispered to herself under her breath. “I’ll accompany you.” She announce loudly, trying to hurry along the Carebean brawler to the guild before he could get himself into any more trouble. Undoubtedly aware of the carnage and mess most likely left within the tavern from which they were walking away from.