Rogue found herself surrounded by people buying and selling goods,
along with a mix of those begging for spare coins for bread. Her heart
ached for these people, and in the end she gave away all of her money to
them, hoping that someone did not come and steal it from them.
She thought of asking people where the Filthy Swine was, but she thought better of it, noticing the looks she was getting all ready from her garb in men's clothes.
Calmly, she took off one of her gloves and she lightly touched a burly looking man who seemed to be the kind of person who went to taverns often.
What she found made her want to throw up, and she staggered away before anyone noticed to an alley so that she could throw up in some sort of peace.
The man's name was Victor Creed, and he was killing people over in the rich district daily.
When she had finally stopped throwing up, she wiped her mouth and she went out only to find that the man she had touched was gone.
Sighing, she placed the glove back on her hand and she went on, figuring that that was a stupid plan in the first place, so she might as well ask people where the Filthy Swine was.
She went up to a vendor selling jewelry, going to the side to avoid blocking anyone's way.
"Excuse me." She asked. "Ah was wonderin' if ya'll could..."
"Can' ya see I'm busy here?" the vendor demanded. "Go bother someone else ye bloody nuisance!" Taking the hint, Rogue went to find someone else. On one of the less crowded streets she found a young woman selling matches.
"Excuse me..."
"Why are you dressed like a man?" the woman asked, tilting her head to one side slightly. Rogue sighed, waving it off slightly.
"It's how Ah am." She said.
"You could get put in jail for that you know." She said.
"Yes, Ah know now please..."
"Why would you risk going to jail over that?" the woman asked. "Are you some kind of rebel or something?"
"Ah'm just lookin' fer the Filthy Swine."
"Who are you looking for that's a Filthy Swine?"
"No, the tavern."
"The tavern that the person you're calling a filthy swine is in?" Rogue really wanted to bang her head on the floor or something at this point.
"No, Ah'm talkin' about the tavern that is CALLED the Filthy Swine, honey." She said. "Do ya know where it is?"
"Oh, you're one of THOSE people." The woman said, shifting away from her slightly. "You're really lost if you're looking for that tavern in the marketplace you know. It's over in the part of town where I live, but in the worst part of it!"
"An' where do ya live?" Rogue asked, wondering why the Hell she was cursed to ask THIS person for the answer.
"The rich folks call it the slums, but it's not all filthy you know." The woman said. "At least we have self respect you know! Care to buy some matches, love?"
Rogue walked away before she was forced to jam some of those matches in her eyes to forget the pain she was feeling from listening to this woman talking to her.
She thought of asking people where the Filthy Swine was, but she thought better of it, noticing the looks she was getting all ready from her garb in men's clothes.
Calmly, she took off one of her gloves and she lightly touched a burly looking man who seemed to be the kind of person who went to taverns often.
What she found made her want to throw up, and she staggered away before anyone noticed to an alley so that she could throw up in some sort of peace.
The man's name was Victor Creed, and he was killing people over in the rich district daily.
When she had finally stopped throwing up, she wiped her mouth and she went out only to find that the man she had touched was gone.
Sighing, she placed the glove back on her hand and she went on, figuring that that was a stupid plan in the first place, so she might as well ask people where the Filthy Swine was.
She went up to a vendor selling jewelry, going to the side to avoid blocking anyone's way.
"Excuse me." She asked. "Ah was wonderin' if ya'll could..."
"Can' ya see I'm busy here?" the vendor demanded. "Go bother someone else ye bloody nuisance!" Taking the hint, Rogue went to find someone else. On one of the less crowded streets she found a young woman selling matches.
"Excuse me..."
"Why are you dressed like a man?" the woman asked, tilting her head to one side slightly. Rogue sighed, waving it off slightly.
"It's how Ah am." She said.
"You could get put in jail for that you know." She said.
"Yes, Ah know now please..."
"Why would you risk going to jail over that?" the woman asked. "Are you some kind of rebel or something?"
"Ah'm just lookin' fer the Filthy Swine."
"Who are you looking for that's a Filthy Swine?"
"No, the tavern."
"The tavern that the person you're calling a filthy swine is in?" Rogue really wanted to bang her head on the floor or something at this point.
"No, Ah'm talkin' about the tavern that is CALLED the Filthy Swine, honey." She said. "Do ya know where it is?"
"Oh, you're one of THOSE people." The woman said, shifting away from her slightly. "You're really lost if you're looking for that tavern in the marketplace you know. It's over in the part of town where I live, but in the worst part of it!"
"An' where do ya live?" Rogue asked, wondering why the Hell she was cursed to ask THIS person for the answer.
"The rich folks call it the slums, but it's not all filthy you know." The woman said. "At least we have self respect you know! Care to buy some matches, love?"
Rogue walked away before she was forced to jam some of those matches in her eyes to forget the pain she was feeling from listening to this woman talking to her.