[DayVampyre]

"Let go of me!"

"Where's the gold you promised us?"

"Hey! You'll get your precious gold, as soon as I can get some!"

**Outside in the ice and snow, three lone figures stood on a side street close to the White Horse. Two large men of an unintelligent countance stood menacingly over a shorter girl. She had brown hair and darker brown eyes. She wore a loose white shirt with sleeves that reached to her forearm. They had been ripped to that length by the knife that she always carried with her. She was also wearing a black coat that streched to the snowy ground. Had her arms not been covered, a tattoo of a black dagger on the underside of her left forearm would have been visible.**

"Listen here, you miserable little thief!" the larger man said grabbing her roughly about the shoulders "You promised us gold! Now, I think we've been more than patient" he said, now, picking her up and slamming her against the wooden beam behind her. He was strong and it had knocked the wind out of her.

"Get your stinkin' hands offa me!" She kicked him hard in the side and he dropped her to the ground. She quickly rolled off the side and stood up. She brushed the snow off and looked up. The other man was lunging toward her and had brandished a sword. She drew her own knife and sword holding one in each hand. He made a stab for her stomach and narrowly missed. She went to the right and plunged her knife into the lower part of his leg. He grunted and fell into the snow. Having fitfully impaired her fine business associates, she cleaned off her sword and resheathed both of her weapons. She brushed some of the dirtier snow from her black pants and headed for the 'Horse'.

She pushed open the wooden door and was met with a blast of warm air. She pushed her stray hairs from her eyes and took off her coat. Now that her bulky coat was gone the girl's silver necklace glittered by the fire light. On it hung a small silver dragon. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and displayed her ears that were decorated with small silver earings. Three in each ear, each hoop a little smaller than the last. The tavern was full tonight. Perhaps a bit of light pickpocketing, but she had heard that the owner, Bethberry, had keen eyes and did not suffer pick pockets very well. Looking over to one of the bar's walls she saw a poster that particually caught her eye.

~WANTED: Avery {Last name Unknown}. For the multiple crimes robbery and more robbery. Brown hair and eyes, belived to be in town~

This attempt made her laugh a little. The wall must have been some sort of notice board and her poster had others overlapping it anyway.
She walked over to the bar and luckily found a free stool. Avery sat down and waited for the next available barkeep.