I have never been too keen on First Fridays. Even though the streets are filled with fairly easy targets to pickpocket, it seems rather a small advantage in exchange for a bigger burden... Everything seems to go as always. The two silvers lined up, and always ready for a death-match it seems... All of a sudden, the physically weaker Silver glares at his muscled opponent. He simply tips his head in the slightest, and a crack echoes the arena. What just happened?
The Deadly Mission: Fail
I beg of you, take me instead!!
Because I am fed up with Kilorn's obnoxious cries, I decide to face him outside. Expecting to see a smirking doofus, my face freezes in shock, as I discover a crying Kilorn... I feel my heart break when Kilorn explains he is now going into conscription. Alas, there must be something I can do to help prevent this from happening... Perhaps I am foolish for doing so, but I reassure Kilorn I will find a way for the both of us to avoid conscription.
A Strange Stranger
I have decided to discuss me and Kilorn's escape with my friend, Will, who runs the local Black Market. He has never disagreed upon one of my deals, so perhaps he will not think any differently of this one... Upon eventually agreeing to smuggling me and Kilorn, I am led inside to a rough looking woman. We go back and forth, until she says our freedom would be worth crowns and crowns of value. Desperate and scared, I willingly agree to the outrageous compromise.
An Unexpected Visit
To gain the money required for Kilorn's smuggling, I decide to recruit Gisa on the dangerous mission. That is, pick pocketing the Silvers... I would not be so nervous, if only there was not a chance of me completely bombing the mission. I stroll along the paved path, awaiting the right moment... Suddenly, I realize Farley is speaking about the Silvers fighting their own war... Gisa and I scramble, as she asks me if I had stolen something, yet. I merely blink in despair, but out of the corner of my eye I see Gisa attempt to snatch a valuable from a Silver's purse... It is strange how even freedom costs the lives and sacrifices of many.
You know the law, girl...
After leaving Gisa at home, I take off to wherever, letting my sorrow lead me to the bar. I start to pick pocket the drunken fools out of grieve, even though I know it is not going to come even close to what Farley demanded... Something tells me to continue pick pocketing, and so I do... Just as my hand lowers into another victim's valuables, a laugh emerges from the stranger. He gives out his hand, which holds a coin of more value than everything I have stolen tonight. Reluctantly, I take the coin from the stranger's palm. I wonder if I will ever see him again...