Robbery – The Beastly Fisherman
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“Stop him! Thief! Stop!”
The young boy, barely through the door to adulthood, danced through the thick marketplace crowd like a monkey through a rich canopy. Two city patrolmen and one mad store owner were chasing him furiously, bumping into pedestrians and knocking over carts of wares. The boy was gaining more distance by the second but he was still down the street from where Dorus was sitting.
The surrounding populace, more surprised and annoyed then determined and oriented, did almost nothing to impede the youth’s progress. Those who tried to grab him where subject to a quick jab, scratch or bite and were forced to let go. He just rushed past Dorus’ table, close enough to touch, close enough to send shockwaves through the heavy cloak which covered head to toe, when the local bar wench came around with Dorus’ order of the famous local fruit cocktail. She held the tray, not letting it down, and stared at the kid as he ducked into an alley further up the street. Dorus was patient and waited for her to put the mug down as she lost sight of the boy.
“Why didn’t you stop him?!” She said, accusation in her voice. She pointed a finger towards him. “What kind of man are you? Not righteous enough to send a hand to stop a thief?”
“I didn’t stop him,” Said Dorus in the deep, crackling, earthy voice that still spooked her, “Because if I had, I would be the one on my way to jail.” He picked up the mug with four, green and scaly, gnarled and clawed fingers barely protruding from his sleeve.
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