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Mousetrap; [P] Miriel *cheesy saxophone soundtrack*
Topic Started: Sat Mar 16, 2013 3:10 pm (1,794 Views)
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Eko lay against the slope of the roof, propping the back of her head up with her hands. It was a surprisingly comfortable position considering it was just cold, hard stone. Tonight was one of the few nights when the stars were clearly visible -- when the coat of darkness over the city naturally thinned in spots -- so she tried to enjoy it as much as she could. Unfortunately, the upstart didn't have time to do so without multitasking. She was waiting for the main participant of a meeting to arrive. Ketta was already here. Eko's friend was in the form of a small, silver cat with black spots and tufts on her ears, sleeping against Eko's head. It was pretty insane how easily and frequently Ketta could nap.

Some movement interrupted their brief leisure. The werecat opened one eye, her cat-face looking grumpy if that was possible. Eko merely turned her head to see the source. A teen-aged boy about sixteen or so was running down the rooftops, jumping over the gaps with the experience of a professional runner. Ketta pinned her ears to her skull, her silver eyes reflective in the low light. "Arden. Long time no see," Eko said to the sky as the boy landed on their own rooftop. He was out of breath, pretty dirty, smelled like the Underground. "Take a seat."

"I don't have time for stargazing. What job did you have for me?" He looked stern and focused. Nothing like the easygoing Arden she spent her childhood with.

"I want you to find an avariel girl named Miriel," Eko said.

"This had better be important. I'm not gonna go running after your scorned lovers on the Prince's time."

"Now that's just insulting. You shouldn't say mean things like that. Anyway, tell her I need her particular set of skills -- and if she's not in Balefire, I'll pay for the letter you send that says the same."

"Anything else?"

"If she accepts, tell her to meet me at Mohdu's Inn and Tavern. If she rejects the job, let me know."

Arden nodded. "Got it. When I'm done with this, put my payment in the dropbox on Charbon." Eko affirmed, giving Arden a more or less friendly wave goodbye as he tore off across the rooftops with remarkable speed.

Ketta grumbled. "Remember back when Arden wasn't a prick?" This made Eko laugh: a quiet, tinkling chuckle. She got up back onto her feet, making the werecat scramble onto her own with a protesting meow.

"You can keep napping if you'd like. Thanks for playing bodyguard," Eko said. "I need to prepare for an old friend's arrival."
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Conveniently, Miriel was actually visiting Balefire at the time, and Arden, by chance, happened to see a girl roughly matching the description he had of her, cloaked, white hair, extremely short, a sword at her side.

However, she was also wringing a large amount of blood from said cloak and muttering several (surprisingly mild) curses about her need to get a new one now. The source of said blood was fairly obvious, bodies littered the street in the alley on either side of the woman, several closer to her seemingly having fallen in assault, and a few more on Ardens side seemed to have been running AWAY that had been stabbed in the back, or in one case, was sprawled on is face and seemingly untouched, save for the fact that the man was no longer breathing.

Miriel would receive the message graciously enough, informing Arden that she would meet with Eko shortly, and leave, climbing up the walls and making her way across the city on a few errands




It was a couple of hours later, after finishing her previous business, both collecting payment for the last job, and getting a new cloak, that she would make her way to Mohdu's. Slipping through the door silently, she did her best to remain somewhat unnoticeable, just another face in the crowd. Making her way into the front room, she scanned the area, looking for Eko expectantly. If the girl was not readily obvious, she was ask the bartender if she were around.

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Mohdu's Inn and Tavern was a charming little establishment. Not big enough to be a full-blown inn but not drunken enough to be a full-blown tavern, the place was more of an oasis and social gathering place for people in the Western Quarter (specifically, people who didn't have a problem with Eko). Renovations were under way, but at this time of night the sounds of construction workers hidden out back were blotted out by the laughing crowds. Miriel was greeted at the door by the bouncer: a tall, stocky teen-aged boy with dirty blond hair. He smiled and waved awkwardly at her, letting the girl pass without even stopping her. There was no sign of Eko in the crowds of drinkers and gamblers on the ground floor -- the "tavern." Because of the lack of space, the bar doubled as the front desk of the inn; a rack of key-hooks hung on the wall next to the place where all the mugs and glasses were kept. The proprietor slash bartender was a friendly-looking middle-aged man with thick arms and a square jaw.

"Welcome to Mohdu's! What can I do for you?" He spoke with a slight Tarasian accent. Miriel asked whether Eko was around. "Of course. One of her visitors? I was told to expect someone about a head shorter than her and 'might look uncomfortable.'" Mohdu chuckled. "Just take the stairs to the left and climb to the second floor. Her room is at the end of the hallway on the left. Knock first."

Upstairs, Eko heard a knock on her door. "It's open. Come in." Her personal room of the inn, which doubled as her office and apartment, was nothing much in itself. There was a bed, a desk, a couch and a chair. The area was kept more or less tidy, with fewer piles of papers or scrolls than expected and books arranged in neat stacks all over. Eko was sitting on the far end of the couch, her massive dog Ansha taking up the rest of it and laying her head on the girl's lap. She looked up from her book to see Miriel. "Welcome, Miriel. It's been a while. Please make yourself at home." She gestured to the chair sitting in front of the couch which was fancy enough to have cushions tied to its wooden seat, backrest and armrests.

In the year since the two had first met, Eko had changed quite a bit. To the passive observer it could have looked like she imperceptibly grew several years older. She was no longer starving; a healthy layer of fat allowed her to wear fewer layers without getting chilled. This meant she had exchanged her roughshod, bulky appearance for a more fitted winter jacket that had a collar lined in cheap fur. While there were now dark circles under her eyes, Eko looked far more alert and less inherently fatigued than she did a year back. All-in-all, she now looked like the seventeen-year-old girl she really was. Eko closed her book and placed it on the end-table next to the couch. She then occupied her hands with petting Ansha, who would have certainly given the avariel a warm welcome had the giant dog not been contentedly sleeping.

"I recently learned of some of your exploits..." Eko began. "I'm very surprised you decided to take this job. Perhaps you don't entirely understand. If you agree to do this with me, you won't be fighting on the side that can offer you the most money. I would if I could, but I'm already stretched as thin as I can go. Your payment, should you choose to accept this job, will be a cut of the spoils. I want to know if that's all right with you before I go into details."
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Miriel casually scanned the area, and upon seeing nothing that would scream of someone listening in, or worse, a trap, she sat in the chair, listening to Eko's speech, her expression was rather amused if anything. "Good to see you as well, it has been, oh, a full year at this point?" She gave a thoughtful glance upwards. "I don't suppose you know how the mutual acquaintance we made back then is doing, do you?"

She shrugged after waiting for an answer, not really caring all that much, and continued, her voice betraying a hint of teasing, and a bit of dissapointment, thoug her lips curved up in a slight smile. "Regardless.... Eko... I'm hurt, I don't just go around betraying just anyone you know, I need to pretty thoroughly detest my employer first, payment from the other side aside. And I find you interesting enough that I would actually be willing to do a few jobs for you entirely for free."

She smiled gently at Eko. "For all that I tend to let people think I am driven by greed, I really do have enough to live comfortably on for quite some time" she flicked a hand dismissively. "I have received several offers in the past with rather, impressive accommodations for permanent, if rather boring positions, and yet here I am, still a freelancer."

"So, what precisely is it that you want to do this time? I heard that you have made quite a few enemies recently, and pulled some rather. ...spectacular. stunts."

She considered mentioning what she had heard about Eko's brother in particular, but decided against it. No matter what the girls feelings had been, family was family, and the Avariel did not want to antagonize Eko.
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Eko took Miriel's reassurances into account. It was no use distrusting her old acquaintance when she had never personally betrayed Eko. Beyond that, the avariel's logic was sound. When Miriel mentioned the recent "stunts" pulled, the girl finally reacted in her face by allowing the corners of her mouth to tilt up. Since her eyes didn't change, it gave Eko a more viciously pleased expression rather than one of happiness. She leaned back in her seat. "If you want to work for me for free, that's your call. Keep in mind that by agreeing to that, I won't owe you anything in return. A gift is a gift. Therefore, I don't recommend it." Eko paused, reconsidering. "In theory, anyway." She extended her hand for a shake as a means of welcoming the spellblade into her employment.

"I recently declared war against a human by the name of Berach Okkeren. He and his allies are kind of like me: not quite gang leaders, but not quite politicians. People call them patrons if they want to be polite, upstarts if they don't. Ah, you might have passed by the burned ruins of a shop on your way here. That was the handiwork of a close associate of mine giving Okkeren a rude awakening." Eko folded her hands over the sleeping dog sprawled on her lap. "I needed to hire someone from the outside because my enemy seems to know all my trade secrets. I don't know how, but it's led to some of my best informants getting killed -- and the compromise of several safehouses I own. As far as I know, only Mohdu's hasn't been penetrated, and I could very well be wrong.

That's just a basic explanation. What I need your help with is to utterly annihilate Okkeren and his alliance in the most flashy, public way possible. Preferably while keeping his properties intact, as I intend to seize all of them."
Eko let that last comment sink in. It was hard for even her to conceptualize: much easier said than done. But with Miriel's excellent fighting ability on her side, her odds of winning this war were far greater. "Do you have any questions or suggestions about this job?"
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"Hrm, I see, so you wish for he and his compatriots to die. And for it to be well publicized." She leaned back in the chair, thoughtful. "I can do that, though for a job on that magnitude I may as well ask for a portion of the profits after all, but I trust you that whatever you can spare will be reaasonable. Do you have any objection to each of them dying one by one, Berach being last after his allies have fallen? Risky, but if you want to make a statement, let him wait, knowing that he will be next and be unable to do anything about it."

"Leave each body in a public place so that he will get wind of it... different methods and styles of killing so as to obfuscate that it is only one person doing it and increase the seeming threat to him.. Perhaps electrocute one, leave another in several pieces... so on."

She gave an unusually open smile the longer she thought about it as she outright fantasized about all the possibilities. Anyone who had previously interacted with the usually, at least somewhat reserved woman might be a little unsettled, but she blinked after a few seconds and snapped out of it fairly quickly. "This actually sounds like it might be fun, and a good bit different from most of what I have been doing lately."

"Do you have any specific information regarding the precise targets you wish removed?"
Edited by Miriel, Wed Mar 20, 2013 12:48 am.
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"Yes. That sounds like a good plan." Eko's small smile became more natural when she heard Miriel's suggestions. "This is why I hired you." The girl pushed herself up from the couch, waking up Ansha in the process. The big dog groggily blinked her gold eyes open. Only after a short delay did she realize Miriel was here. Her tail began to wag faster and faster. "Ansha, no. Don't jump on her." Eko lingered between Miriel and Ansha until the dog jumped down from the couch and established she wasn't going to maul the girl with love. Eko didn't want her newest 'employee' passed out in her room again.

The girl beckoned for Miriel to follow her to a table pressed against one wall of the inn room. She reached down and pulled out a file of parchment papers, slapping them palm-first onto the table and then spreading them out. Each one had the names and known residences of Okkeren's alliance, including Berach himself. They also contained some miscellaneous information that Eko had managed to gather using her information network of friends, local beggars and the prostitutes at the Feisty Mare.

Eko looked to Miriel, face impassive again. "There's an... assortment, as you can see. Feel free to read through them to see which we should hit first. If you have time, I'd like to do it tonight." Her knuckles tapped one of the closest papers. "All of their businesses are in the neighborhoods around here. Some are more interesting than others, I have to admit."
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She looked at Ansha with great suspicion for a few moments, also making sure the dog was not about to jump on her. ...she probably wouldn't faint again if Ansha DID, but it would still be a. ..discomforting experience. Satisfied, she turned to look at the table as Eko spread out the papers.

"Hrmm, let me see here." She picked up the files and started sorting through them, occasionally nodding to herself as she skimmed over each one. With a few, she looked at them with more interest, reading the entire thing before setting it aside.

Finally, after some thought she tapped a particular file. "Lars "ringmaster" Ziena seems a promising choice. He runs several fighting rings, cockfights, boxing and the like, all illegal of course. He would be easy to get to, but anything we did would be public enough that it would send a message."

"And we can move on to a harder target afterwards to show that it does not matter if they hide." She smiled sweetly, tapping another file.

"Perhaps, this one afterwards..."
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"Ziena is going to be somewhat of an exception to my previous request. The boxing ring can stay, but we need to destroy the cockfighting equipment and release the birds." She didn't explain why, hoping it would become evident when the time came. Eko's eyes turned down to the file Miriel suggested be their next target. It was a joint file identifying a married couple: Claudia Finch, the shopkeeper of the Boar's Buckler, and her husband the retired adventurer Benton. Finch was the one in the alliance with Okkeren. She was a disagreeable, unfriendly woman hiding under the guise of a friendly homemaker. Their children had been around Eko's age -- she met them a few years back and found them to be timid and unambitious. It wasn't until she dug up this recent information that she found out both kids had died, one due to gang violence and the other due to illness. "All right. Finch family after that." Eko geared up and slipped on her jacket. "Are you ready to begin?"



Nobody from Balefire was proud of the fighting pits that cropped up around the city. This one was downright rank: dug into the underpass of a wide stone bridge connecting to Bane Street. One side of the pass was collapsed, one of the stilt-legged buildings literally sliding into the divet and filling it with rubble. If you shined a light deep into the rubble, rats would scramble in all directions. Eko had her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets, shoulders squared, as they passed a pile of old vomit partly smeared down the side of the underpass' support wall. Up above, the words "WHO IS THE PREDATOR AND WHO IS THE PREY?" were carved into the side of the bridge with ancient hands, alongside much more recent graffiti.

It was noisy in the pit, which was dug out from under the bridge so it spanned a fairly reasonable size. The inside flickered with the orange glow of traditional fire-lanterns and hanging torches. Eko caught glimpses of the spectacle between the bodies of the crowd. The open ring was not populated by human boxers at this time, but instead pitch-black Balefiren gamecocks that fiercely tore at one another. Metal spurs were fastened to their legs to make the fights more brutal. Eko flushed, but was interrupted by a man leaning against the entrance. Some kind of orcish mutt with light skin, he was, with arms covered in black tattoos and a pierced lower lip. He eyed the two girls with suspicion. "Lost, little rats?" He said, sneering. Ansha sniffed the air.

"I'm exactly where I want to be, thanks," Eko said, proceeding into the pit without pause.

The crowd broke into a collective roar that became almost intolerable in this somewhat confined stone space. Eko scanned it for signs of the Ringmaster and any of his betting partners -- anyone involved in organizing the cockfights, really. Only when the match had ended and the noise had quieted down a bit could Eko even hear herself think, much less vocalize loud enough to command attention. "Ringmaster?"

"Yes? Who's calling for me?" Lars Ziena was a human: tall, with a sharp chin, oiled hair and a cocky Istani swagger that made him seem especially punchable. His power was the only thing keeping his foppish attitude from being a laughingstock around here. When he saw Eko, his eyebrows raised in an expression of exaggerated shock. "Eko Kinslayer?! Don't tell me now that I'm your long-lost cousin." His joke was met with low chuckles from the few that were paying attention. In between matches, this confrontation was the most interesting thing going on. Eko idly scratched behind her dog's ear, her other hand still hidden in her jacket pocket.

"I'm going to ask you to break off from your alliance with Berach Okkeren, and also to stop running cockfights in your arena," she stated. "This is my one and only offer."

Lars became more serious after hearing that frank threat, the corners of his mouth turning down. "Sorry, mouse. I won't just do whatever some delusional little girl wants me to do. Don't you have some school to go to or something?" The armed and significantly brawnier people in the crowd drifted in their directions, the sounds of cracking knuckles filling the rancid air.

Eko remained blank-faced. "Miriel, kill everyone."
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[OOC: Welp, hope this is ok. Time to take that order absolutely literally. (and save some for Eko.)]

"As you wish, I suppose I could stand to cut a bit loose, a crowd this large might actually be somewhat tricky..... But I suppose it will be worth it to start with something like that." Drawing her poisoned blade with a flourish, she muttered a few words and gestured with her free hand and blade both. "Augmentum velocitatem." With the spell done, she then drew a fairly ordinary longsword in her left hand. At first, it didn't seem like anything happened as the slight aura of magical energy that resulted faded from sight.

The ringmaster laughed cruelly, giving Miriel a contemptuous once over. "And now you have an even smaller child as a friend playing bodyguard, where did a ten year old get such dangerous toys..."

The mercenary moved as he spoke, blades glowing dimly with magic and one with a greenish tinge as she became a blur of motion, dashing towards Ziena. However, at the last moment she turned, and impaled the man standing next to him. Stopping for a brief moment, she raised an eyebrow at the ringmaster, gave a predatory smile, and started clearing the area around him in a circle, moving from each member of the crowd in turn with quick efficient blows.

Unarmed, armed, large or small, she didn't hesitate for a second in her path of destruction. Even those with proper weapons had scant time to even put them up before they were killed, or wounded and left bleeding on the ground.

A knife or a shiv wielded by a relatively untrained thug or low life just wasn't much of a threat to a master swordsman in mithril armor, even if someone got a lucky hit, it was likely to just glance off the armor. That, and they weren't exactly co-coordinating against her so much as, fleeing in a blind panic in groups no larger than three, and clumsily attempting to fight her off as individuals once she got too close to them.

The few toughs that had been making their way towards the scene stopped in their tracks as they saw several of their co-workers get slaughtered, re-evaluated their opinions on the pint sized bodyguard Eko had brought, and joined everyone else in trying to run away as quickly as possible.

After carving out a good section around the ringmaster, she began running for the exit as the crowd began to wake up to what was happening and flee, cutting down several of the front runners after catching up to them with supernatural speed. Standing at the exit, she wove the blade in her right hand in a series of motions before pointing it towards the crowd.

They were trying to charge her as a single large group that she was fairly sure would be impossible to kill before they split up if allowed to continue. *BZZTT* a beam of electricity a full thirty feet long sprang forth from the blade as she swung it side to side, driving back the survivors, and giving the leaders nasty shocks.

"I do hope Eko was being literal about killing EVERYONE." Miriel reflected as she focused the last of the beam towards a man who had continued on despite the attack, keeping the beam on his chest as he stopped, writhed in agony, and collapsed on the floor, either unconscious or dead, she could check later. Dismissing the spell as it became too draining to maintain, the Avariel ran off after another escape attempt by a pair of men who had snapped out of their shock from her spell and decided to make a run for it. "because I really do intend to do precisely that. Whatever they imagine if everyone dies will probably be more intimidating than the reality. ...I never really did do intimidating well until it was already too late for it to be all that useful."



Lars gaped at Eko as the slaughter unfolded, seemingly in denial as his fingers ran through his hair. "bu-but that's impossible, there isn't anyone in town capable of this, we would know. And you could never afford, you don't have the resources you insolent upstart CHILD." He waved his hand horizontally in a sharp dismissive gesture at the last, now glaring at her.

A look of relief briefly graced his face and he sneered, trying to look important as he decided that he had figured everything out. "Of course... call off the illusionist, and I might let this poor joke of an attempt at intimidation slide while leaving you alive...." The man reached forward towards Eko, taking a step forward and stepping on a body at his feet. Unfortunately for him, it didn't pass through as he would have expected from an illusion, and he looked up at the girl again, blood draining from his face as he stepped back again, shaking his head in disbelief.
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Miriel surpassed Eko's expectations and lived up to the stories she had heard about her. A little ball of death, she was -- barely even visible as she tore through the Ringmaster's men, often before they could draw their weapons. None were armored and few were more well-armed than a knife or short-sword, making the ordeal more similar to cleaning up the place than a battle. Eko didn't move, though Ansha started barking once the action picked up. Someone emerged from the storm to target Eko, not Miriel. In a flash, the girl revealed why her hand had been in her jacket pocket instead of hovering over a weapon sheathe. There was a hole in the inner lining of her pocket virtually undetectable by sight. A blade flashed out as her hand shot from her pocket as she twisted and ducked, the chop of the man's short sword swishing through air.

Eko messily dug her blade into the back of the man's thigh, sawing as hard as she could. It gave, indicating she'd successfully hamstrung him; he cried out in agony and collapsed. The girl caught him by the back of his shirt collar and whirled him around, putting him between herself and a charging enemy. His blade dug deep into his ally's own chest. Eko discarded her human shield, letting him bleed out on the street. As she backed up, her heel clattered against an empty gamecock cage. She took it up in her free hand -- having to dodge a few quick knife slashes in the process, taking a shallow cut to the eyebrow -- and slammed the heavy metal wirework into the thug's face. It dented, and the open cage door hook caught on his lip and ripped it open as she pulled it away. The unexpected attack gave Eko the chance to make a split lip the least of his troubles, as she flipped her knife into an inverted grip and stabbed him overhand in the heart.

By then, the scene had quieted. In the time it took Eko to take care of two, Miriel had definitively dealt with all the rest -- except Lars, who went through a state of disbelief. Calling her a child, he insinuated she didn't have the resources for this kind of firepower. Eko raised her eyebrows. "Resources are not just money. It's also loyalty. Friendships. Surely you realized that was true, if only subconsciously. After all, you joined Okkeren's alliance." She skirted the edges of the pit, holding her knife up in a cautious guard position as it dripped blood from the tip, noticing out of her peripherals the caged gamecocks trying to attack her through cage bars. Ansha was busily ripping chunks off one of the dead bodies and munching away. "You can go ahead and kill him, Miriel. He's useless."
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Miriel had walked back over to Eko after finishing off the last of the crowd, and gave a shrug, walking towards Lars who, unfortunately didn't actually have a weapon of his own. "wait, I'll pay y-" *thwip* He let out a scream of pain as Miriel lopped off his right arm, his left arm, each of his legs, and then finished with the head, falling to the ground in a heap of severed body parts.

"Not interested. Hrm, this will most definitely make an impression once it is found, Okkeren is likely to be, displeased and nervous. Very, nervous, no surviving eyewitnesses leaves significant room for the imagination, I suspect by the time we come for him he will be convinced you have employed a whole company that is somehow moving around the city nearly undetected at this rate. After all, why would he believe any stories concerning a single girl smaller than you."

She gave a small frown and a slight tilt of the head at the cages holding the roosters. "Freed and the equipment destroyed, you wished?"
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Eko watched impassively as the so-called Ringmaster was dismembered and murdered by her freelancer friend. Some hints of an emotion twisted in the depths of her gut, but it was snuffed out by the unbelievable rage she felt toward Okkeren and what he had done so far. Her eyes turned back to Miriel, giving her a nod of appreciation. "Yes. If Okkeren is half-competent, he'll discover this quickly. I'll post eyes around here to make sure no scavenger takes the ring from me." The avariel also asked about the birds that had been imprisoned and tortured for the amusement of these people. Eko was standing near one of the occupied cages, and the bars were rattling with the ferocious fowl's attempts to bite and claw at her. They were bred for utmost aggression. An absolute tragedy that elicited more empathy from Eko than anything else she had done today.

"Um..." She looked over the cages, reconsidering her simplistic idea of just opening up the cages and letting them run free. "This city isn't kind to wild animals, I realize. Miriel, can I ask you for advice?" There was a strange earnestness in her voice when Eko elaborated: "Would it be possible to maybe... well, I know there are farms in the countryside. Could these birds maybe have a peaceful life if we gave them to some farms? Or is that too naive?" Clearly even just asking the question made her uncomfortable, possibly revealing how little she knew about the outside world or how it really worked.
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"..." Miriel looked at Eko, and a hint of compassion was visible for a brief moment before she snuffed it out. "....being bred to be so violent, I am fairly sure that most farmers would consider them useful for nothing save eating, especially considering they are male. In the wild they would be at the mercy of predators, and possibly too aggressive to know when to run. ...furthermore they would be a nuisance to travelers who came upon one of them if they were to attack."

"Of any of the options I can think of... I am sorry, but the kindest thing to do may indeed be giving them to several farmers. ....As to do as they see fit, but probably as food. They would no longer be suffering or need to fight, their deaths would be quick as opposed to what they would have met here, and several families would be better off for a time."

"It is however, your decision. Releasing them into the wild far outside the city is also a workable solution."
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Eko's face went blank again as she considered Miriel's answer. She paced the wall of the pit, watching the pitch-black birds bite and claw at the bars in an attempt to get to her. The rattling metal echoed under the bridge. Only when she came up in front of the avariel did she finally respond. "I'll have to sell them to a slaughter outside the city. Someone who will kill them quickly and painlessly. Let's go..." Ansha lifted her head from one of the corpses, the fur on her lips and chin matted with blood. The dog tagged along as they departed, pushing her way between Miriel and Eko. She placed her hand on the dog's back, patted it, and didn't look back at the innocent animals she had just condemned to death.

Even though she tried not to think about it, Eko got her mind churning on their walk back to Mohdu's. Those animals were, from the moment of their birth, nothing but weapons for the purpose of someone else's entertainment. They had no other choice. Eko felt so bad for them, finding such a thought utterly intolerable. To be a prisoner and have no choice whatsoever but to live a brutish life... the girl shut her eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of her nose to banish the thought, as it was just making her angry.

She pushed in the front door to Mohdu's with one hand. "The Bane Street fighting pit is a graveyard. Spread the word." The bouncer, a stocky teen-aged boy with dirty blond hair, started at his boss and friend's sudden entrance. The lobby and tavern area of Mohdu's filled with low, surprised talk amongst the tables. Eko spoke to the bouncer without even looking in his direction. "Enric, I need you to scrape up some haulers. Tell them to go down there and collect the gamefowl cages. Bring weapons."

"...Yes," was all he said before leaving for the back rooms.

Eko kept walking until she reached the front. Mohdu approached, issuing the pair a friendly greeting. She slipped onto a high three-legged stool, leaning her arms on the bar. "A half-pint, please. Miriel, I've set aside a room in the inn for you, if you need it." It was across the hall from Eko's. "I'll take care of the preparation for tomorrow's attack. Just show up in the morning."
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