Bishop felt like sitting down and the spot beside the wagon happened to be quite a good position, especially when the wagon allowed him to lean back.

He realised the mistake he made when he saw two men approaching him, just after he heard the slight breathe from the wagon. Judging by their clothes, they were slavers.

He has never seen them before and right now, he could still claim that he remember all of his enemies. At the least he knew who wanted him dead. Since he was sure that he did not look like an easy target, they must be coming toward him due to whoever was in the wagon.

"You, have you seen a wench running around somewhere here?" one of the men demanded.

"This part of city is filled with scantly clad wenches." He said rather dryly, "But if you walk a bit more then you can see some women who are dressed in finer clothing, although whores are still whores regardless of what they wear."

He was, after all, a very cynical man. He has seen such a practice more then once, and he no longer cared even if it happened right in front of him as this has happened before.

This time however, he suddenly had an urge of doing something different.

One of the men began to curse and Bishop almost wanted to laugh out aloud due to their idiocy. Like many other slavers, or attempted slavers in this case, they managed to find a stock that they believed they could sell. Their plan backfired however, as the girl seemed to have seduced them and played them off against each other before she took their money and tried to escape.

Such was the life of those at the bottom scale in any city- despite what propaganda it might spread, although this city did not even have such a practice.

"Wait…she might have hid around here." One of the men began.

"I have been sitting here for some time." Bishop suddenly said.

"She must be somewhere else then." The other said as he quickly urged the other to go away and Bishop almost wanted to applaud his self control for not laughing out aloud at seeing this oldest trick being accepted.

"I am not leaving until you come out." Bishop said, his voice was soft but his tone was very harsh. As long as the girl hiding inside is not an idiot, then she would easily know that he did not do what he did out of a chivalrous reason.

"And you think that I should reward you when your help was not that much?" the young girl said as she slid out.

She was not beautiful or even pretty, and what she lacked in her appearance could not even be made up by the rest of her body: she was only a child.

"I made a mistake." Bishop muttered.

"What, did you think that I am some kidnapped princess who would reward her rescuer with half her father's kingdom?" the young girl continued in a voice as mocking as his.

She actually took a seat beside him and at the same time, she picked up some tattered rags and veiled her head with it.

"I am not that idiotic." He said. "I still want my reward."

"Reward? I suppose I can spare some of these coins that should really be mine."

"Some? I saved you."

"These idiots might easily have ignored this wagon. Surely your talk with them has revealed just how low their intelligence is."

"Be that as it is," without any warning he grabbed her hand, forcing her to drop the little dagger she held, "I do not do stuff out of the goodness of my heart. What I do, I do for a reward."

"But I did not ask you to help me at all." She spat back, the laughter in her voice gone. "And what are you going to do anyway? These two idiots are gone and who knows where they are now?"

If anything, he had to admire her due to the way she dealt with the situation. This was certainly a girl who grew up on the street and called it her home.

"But tell me, what do you want?" she asked. "Some how I don't think you will be satisfied even if I give the whole bag to you along with the other stuff that I took for them."

"Surely you know that there is something specific that a female have, especially when that is why you ended up in this situation."

A flicker of disgust crept in her eyes as she stated very coldly: "Are you another impotent who have to turn to children for pleasure?"

No men liked having their manhood taunted.

"If my breasts were larger and my hip a bit narrower then I could understand you perfectly." The girl continued calmly even though she saw the move toward his weapons. "With a woman it is different, but with a girl is another story."

"Why complain about free good?" he taunted back. "If you are at a brothel then I certainly would not buy you but I am not one to complain about free good. Given that it has been quite sometimes since I had any female company, I suppose I can tolerate you."

"I will say the same then. Since this is bound to happen I might as well do it now." Upon saying so she actually narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was assessing him. "I suppose there are worse men to be the first men I sleeps with. But are you aware of what you are getting yourself into? They say that virgins always remember their first men."

"No one's memory is that good." He himself has already lost count of just how many women he has been with since they were often whores.

"But I think I will remember you." She said with a quiet but strong determination. "I think I will remember you even if I forget everyone else."

Due to the fact that he managed to gain some extra money from her, as she did end up giving him a majority of her newly owned possession and also because he saved some money by not having to buy a whore, he actually went to an inn instead of just going to the closest alleyway.

She was certainly not shy from doing such a thing, but then someone at her situation had to accept this, lovemaking for someone like her was inevitable due to the advantages it would bring- if they were lucky by being capable enough to be able to always choose whether they desired it or not.

It was not a little girl he left, but a young woman.

"I won't forget my teacher." She said mockingly as she supported herself up with her elbow and watched him prepare to leave.

"Don't expect anything from me. I told you that I did not help you out of some knightly reason."

"It is not as if I am a princess in a tower either, but I would like to know your name."

He turned around to look at her, what he was certain would be the last time. There was nothing distinctive about her that would let him remember this day- no unusual hair colour or eyes; no extreme beauty or body. She was very young and he usually did not sleep with some one this age but he has done it a couple of years before, when he was no more older then her age.

He would not remember her.

"No."

Then he left her by closing the door.

Author's Note: This is a really random idea I had quite some time ago so I have no idea when I will update. But after sometimes since I played neverwinter nights 2, I suddenly had an idea of doing a drabble. For some reason I seem to like having OC characters that are not NPC.

written: 26 June