On a street in Jeorva...
As the boy started to come to, he groaned in response to the pain he was no doubt feeling in his head. Upon realizing his current state, his body started to squirm vainfully upon Leon's shoulder.
"Let me go!" he growled, the muscles in his arms and legs jerking at the rope with all his strength, "No! No! I have to go home! My sister--"
Raucous laughter cut off the rest of the boy's sentence as a pair of orc guards approached. Massive, even by most orc standards, the pair stood half a head taller than Leon. They seemed to be laughing at the way the boy was tied and his feeble attempts at breaking free. "That's him," the man in the green robe said, finger accusingly pointed at the boy's face, which by now had gone quite pale at the sight of the orcs.
"Alright," one of the orcs sighed, holding out a single sickly grey hand while the other gripped a long spear, "We will take him from here." He bared a set of yellow, diseased looking teeth, parting a jagged scar that ran from his temple to his chin. Whether the expression was meant to be a smile or a threatening grimace was unclear.
The man in the green robe procured a cloth from his pocket and dabbed the sweat from his face and forehead. "I really cannot thank you enough, sir. I should like to repay you with a reward," the man did not give Raine the time of day. He seemed not to realize that she was a part of the incident at all.
"But first--" he turned to the boy and began patting his pockets. Quickly growing impatient, he slapped the boy's jacket pocket one final time before going red in the face, "Blast! Where is it boy?!"
The boy's eyes were wide, seeming just as distraught as the man, "I- I don't know! I must have... I must have dropped it!"
"You idiot!" the man hissed, his soft brown eyes suddenly turned quite feral, "Have you any idea what that medicine was worth?!"
"Of course I do! I paid for it and it's mine!" the boy barked back.
"Bullocks, boy. You're speaking nonsense," the green robed man growled, "Please get this filthy street rat out of my sight!" As the man spoke his eyes swept the ground for the item the boy had stolen.
On another street in Jeorva...
An inhuman, high-pitched screech escaped Shuzug's lips as Esmerelda pressed threateningly into his neck. Needless to say, this was not a very common occurrence-- it had been a long time since anyone in Jeorva had the gal to stand up to an orc soldier. This became very clear as a few members of the passing crowd could be heard gasping. The clearing that they had so far carved out of the passing crowd suddenly began to grow.
Almost as quickly as Brande had taken hold of the smaller orc did Varfu pull Zanna sharply into his armored chest and lift his axe to her throat. Zanna's eyes were wide with fear, staring at Shuzug and Brande.
Once Shuzug had somewhat regained his bearings, a low, throaty laugh bubbled up from inside him. Varfu's expression was like stone, waiting for Shuzug's final word.
"Let Zanna go," he said, sounding amused.
As ordered, Varfu slowly lowered Zanna to the ground.
At the academy...
"Oh," tilting her head, Rowena lowered her hood. She'd suddenly become aware that wearing it up indoors didn't exactly make her seem very approachable. Her tone was almost disappointed. She'd really hoped the human would have recognized her voice from the dreams, but then... it wasn't like there was anything particularly memorable about her voice.
"I... could show you to the Dean's office," Rowena said, "But if you want to know more about the dreams you've been having, I would suggest coming with me... 'fore you go see him, that is." She smiled, feeling a bit proud of her first use of what she assumed was human slang-- unaware that it may have come off as more of a mockery.
"My name is Rowena," she said, extending her hand.
