Even through the rag, Brea could feel a sense of life in the gem.  Even through the rag, through the cloth of her pocket, inside her bodice.  It felt almost warm as if it wasn't a cold stone but a living thing.  Of course, that could all have been her imagination.  What wasn't her imagination however was when Windy stepped out in front of her, blocking her path in a tight ally way.<br/><br/>"Hey slut, you're not working the streets here are you?"  The older hooker asked, "You know this is my area, you get back to your shithole inn and stay outta my turf."<br/><br/>Then from behind her the sound of a stick hitting the brick wall made both women jump.  But the smooth honeyed voice that came after it put both women at ease.  It was Fehaz, Windy's pimp.  Both women turned and saw the large Orc standing at the end of the alleway.  His clothing was far nicer than people usually wore in this neighborhood, and his cane was shod and tipped with mithril.  He waved the cane at the two women and said, "Off with you now Windy, get back to work."<br/><br/>The human woman turned and dashed off down the alleyway before Fehaz could change his mind.  But Fehaz's eyes were locked on Brea, and he grinned as he closed on her, "Sorry little girl, you know how some of them get... they get a little nuts sometimes, do stupid things like hassle pretty girls like you."  The orc stopped a few feet from Brea and again the stone in her bodice felt warm, then faded.  The orc crossed his arms and looked Brea up and down, "You know, if you ever get sick of working for that fat bastard Kald, you come find me.  I'll take care of you good.   Get you a nice room somewhere nearby, buy you some nice clothing..."<br/><br/>He trailed off, grinning at Brea.  It wasn't the first time he'd made the offer, but Brea knew that his words didn't always match his actions, and the girls that worked for him whispered some fairly awful things about his personal tastes in bed.