Snatched the Wrong Coinpurse

[Rebekka Stromholm]

One of the key things to being a thief was picking the right target. Unfortunately for this one, he'd chosen Rebekka. That was his first mistake. His second was to try running. That only excited her. And it was futile besides. In no time at all she'd caught the man and hauled him to an alley for a beating. He'd tried to stab her in return. To say he'd done it in vain was an understatement.

"Next time, think before you try stealing from someone. If there's anything in that skull of yours to begin with." She snarled. It wasn't like the man could hear her in the first place. She'd knocked him unconscious after bloodying him up a bit. She was tempted to kill him. More than tempted. But it was a lot harder to cover that sort of thing up in the city. Another reason she avoided coming here unless she had too. Too many rules that she oh so easily broke. But she couldn't help but visit to get contracts or visit her siblings. It was an infuriating paradox.

[Lionel Blackwald]

There was trouble. That's what he'd been told. Someone had been dragged into an alley. He'd been grabbed to investigate. After thanking the citizen, he went. Finally he came to the spot. It was a woman. And a man. A bloodied man. From what He could see, unconscious. Yet she was speaking.

She mentioned stealing. So the man was a thief? Now he was curious. He didn't want to outright arrest her. There might be more to the story. "I don't like jumping to conclusions, so I'm going to give you a chance to explain yourself." It came off drily. He was relaxed, yet ready should she try something.

[Rebekka Stromholm]

Someone spoke up and Rebekka whirled. It was a man in the armor of the city guard. Instinctively she tensed up and frown. She avoided their types for obvious reasons. If there was even a slight chance of one of them recognizing her as a bandit, she was as good as dead. That was something she couldn't let happen. But this guard wasn't outright arresting her like she thought. He wanted her to explain herself? That was... different.

"This idiot tried stealing from me. Instead of giving my coin purse back with me, he ran. So I caught him, got it back, and defended myself when he tried stabbing me." She replied. It was the truth. Although she may have gone a little overboard in her beating. But her spirit had been up after she had to chase the man. She'd gotten a thrill from it. An overdose of adrenaline. So her fury had only been greater when he'd drawn his blade.

[Lionel Blackwald]

She whirled in his direction. He noticed her tense up a bit. Likely afraid he'd arrest her on the spot. That's what he thought anyways. There could be a lot of other reason. Yet that one made the most sense. Especially given the situation. It did not look good for her.

He was a thief. He ran, she gave chase. Then he'd tried to stab her and she retaliated. Lionel's eyes drifted to the still form again. It could be true. Yet the man was beat up far more than necessary. he looked like the victim more so than her. Lionel observed her again. Scrutinized. She looked like a mercenary. "Are you with the marauders?"

[Rebekka Stromholm]

He just stared at her for a while. Rebekka was getting more uncomfortable and edgy by the second. Still, she stowed away her coinpurse again. One of these times she wanted to fill it with trash and let a thief take it. That or maybe something sharp to cut their grubby hands. That ought to teach them a bit of a lesson.

Finally he spoke up, but it was another question. Was she with the marauders? Rebekka raised an eyebrow. Wasn't that obvious? Then again, she probably also looked like a bandit. But that was her own biased opinion since she knew the truth. "Yeah, I'm a sell-sword. I just came in to get the money for my job and this idiot tried stealing it." She responded, still wary.

[Lionel Blackwald]

She raised her eyebrow. Stared. He could tell she was getting even tenser as time wore on. What was it troubling her so? He had already given her a chance to explain herself. There must've been more to it. That or he was overthinking things again.

She was a sell-sword. Came back from a job and had her reward stolen. He could understand how that would anger her. It was something he would've done when he was her age. Back when he was wilder. She seemed like the fiery sort. Especially with what she did to the man.

"So you had to beat him that badly?" The question came with a faint dry smirk. The man was in pretty bad shape. She had certainly done damage.

[Rebekka Stromholm]

Did she need to beat him that badly? Rebekka glanced down at the unconscious form. Admittedly, they were more than just a little beaten up. She didn't regret it however. Regret wasn't something she ever felt. She was still a bandit through and through. The only downside to all of this was staring her in the face. The investigation of the guard.

"Well, he was trying to stick a dagger in my gut! What was I suppose to do? Hold my arms out and let him stick me like a pig?" She asked, holding her arm out with a mocking smile. It morphed into a scowl soon enough. "Look, he attacked me first and wouldn't stop, so yes I fought back. Anyone else would." She added with a shrug. "I need my coin and I need my life." Neither she was willing to give up without a fight.

[Lionel Blackwald]

He was trying to stick a dagger in her gut. What was she supposed to do? Lionel understood that much. The smile was mocking. Soon it was a scowl. She was not the friendliest person. Not from what Lionel could tell. Yet the situation was an odd one. He couldn't exactly ask the man at the moment for his side of the story. Then again he looked like a thief. There was even a dagger by his side. He could believe her.

The man wouldn't stop attacking so she fought back. Anyone else would. She needed her coin and her life. That much was true. Lionel wouldn't argue that. Yet there was just something that made him pause more than usual. Something that made him think. Something about the way she was. It reminded him of himself.when he was younger. Fiestier. More filled with rage. It was odd finding another. Lionel sighed. "Look, I'll let you go. Just this once. But if he spouts a different story and you attacked him out of the blue, then I'm coming to make a trade of prisoners. Deal?"