![]() “Er, sorry, Emmie, no offense.” Zyn offered up, in an effort to avoid another pro-Taggart conversation.Įmmie’s stomach loudly protesting the lack of attention broke the young blonde’s day dream and brought her mentally back to the conversation. Zyn gulped, she was not in the mood to hear about why Taggart was actually, quote, “a really swell guy,” and all the funny, quirky things he does that “just make you laugh.” Humanizing your enemies just takes the fun out of the hate. And Emilia Von Schleuse, the young daughter of the family affectionately known as Emmie, the girl that Taggart saved from an invading mad man hell bent on capturing her, normally did not appreciate harsh words about her close friend. His duties included being personal guard of the ruling Von Schleuse family. The target of Zyntris’s ire, Captain Taggart of the Lantrum Guard, was not just the man who kept thieves like Zyntris in line. Let me breathe a bit now that I don’t have to worry about his brand of crazy trying to control everything!Įsse coughed slightly and Zyn grimaced and looked toward the third occupant of the carriage, a young blonde woman no more than 20. “Oh, come on, babe! Don’t be like that, you know that authoritarian pig was hell bent on ruining my life. Maybe getting you away from Taggart was a bad idea after all” Not because you can’t help picking every pocket and breaking into every merchant’s house we pass by. “Hey, I was going to give it back to the coach driver when we arrived! He gets a good tip from returning the necklace to the burghermaster who can afford it and I got to pass the time on the road! Everyone wins!” “And I thought you said you would try and stay under the radar as we traveled?” “Zyn, these people barely have enough to steal, their locks are for show most of the time,” Esse lectured. They really don’t make em right out here…” the thief lambasted, tossing the now worthless lock to her side. “Aw, really? I was hoping this would cover me for at least another hour or two. “Cuh-lick” went the lock and the small jewelry box popped open to reveal a shining pearl necklace. Which was good, because that is exactly what she was. Toned stomach and a lithe frame, she looked every bit the professional thief. Zyntris kept her hair short, and clothes dark, light, and flexible. A younger girl of 27 and much more lively, this girl was focused on picking a complicated multi-stage lock she snagged in the previous town. ![]() ![]() “Don’t overthink it, babe,” responded Zyntris, the second occupant. A particularly large bounce only solidifies the scowl on her face. Esse felt that the world is out to get her, and if one had access to all the facts, they might agree. A sharp tongue to point out faults and correct mistakes. Appearing as a young woman no more than 30, Esse was as serious as they come. “Do you think he could TRY and avoid at least one bump?” grumbled Esse. ![]()
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