Ahrim looked onward from the window of the tavern. The city was in celebration over a minor victory; while the partying was not a terrible thing, it wouldâ€™ve been better to take the time to solidify the cities defenses against another attack. He sighed and went to unpacking his bag. He managed to get a descent sized room for a couple nights with what money he had left and he made sure that each would have their privacy. Rebecca had the only bed, which was fine; he preferred the floor anyway, better for the wings.<br/><br/>While laying out a couple of deer skins as a sort of padding against the wooden floor, his stomach growled. Frowning, he checked what food they had leftâ€¦. It wasnâ€™t much. He pondered for a moment, glancing at the leather gloves that covered his claws and then at Rebecca, whose back was turned at the moment. He knew what to do, rising up he turned towards the door.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m going out to see if I canâ€™t find some work, if youâ€™re a little hungry, we do have some jerky left. I shouldnâ€™t be long.â€<br/><br/>Walking down the streets of the city was surprisingly easy even with the party going on. He walked for the better part of half an hour before he found what he was looking for.<br/><br/>He spent a couple hours inside that shop, working along side the blacksmith, scribing spells into the nearly finished blades. Walking out, a bag of silver jingled inside his tunic and weariness in his stride. The crowd grew substantially since he was last out, getting through them was more difficult, but he managed and found his way near an open shop bakery. People circled around the shop off to the side, curiosity drew him in, and he pushed through the citizens to see.<br/><br/>In the center stood a guard and a would be thief, normally he wouldâ€™ve passed on, but something about that thief made his wings shift from under his own cloak. But this man was in danger, and it was a bit of food he was stealing and not coin or something else. Ahrim approached the guardsmen, removing his hood to allow both to see him.<br/><br/>â€œGood sir, might I inquire what this man has done for him to lose an arm?â€ He asked, glancing quickly at the drawn blade.<br/><br/>â€œI caught this thief in the act of stealing, and our law states that cretins like him must be punished swiftly.â€ The man replied proudly.<br/><br/>Ahrim thought for a moment. â€œBut this is a day of celebration is it not? Look around you, everyone is having a good time, and not even the lowliest beggar has gone hungry today. I say give this man the right to have something to eat, and that bread is only worth a few copper, is a few copper worth removing a working mans arm? Here my good sir.â€ He said, reaching into his money pouch. â€œGive the baker this half silver, to pay for this bread; there is no need for bloodshed.â€<br/><br/>The guard took the silver and removed the sword from Rainâ€™s neck. The crowd started to disperse, and with them gone, Ahrim turned to Rain.<br/><br/>â€œWill you be alright friend? Perhaps you need a warm meal more than that meager bread."