Her own Fathers words the night she learned to fight back.
Honey amber, named for her coloring of hair and eyes by the City
Guardsmen that would frequent her mothers narrow pallet in the dockside
whorehouse, she was left pretty much to her own gleaning as she grew.
Her father would come by each night to take the majority of her
mother's meager earnings, beat her if they were not enough and left the
growing child alone until she became a gangling youth.
Running with the street packs of wild kids, she learned early on the
arts of theft and the lure, keeping well away from her Da's rag pickers
cart until he was injured in a drunken fall. With fresh bruises on her
back from his walking stick, honey took over the carts business with a
shrewd and cunning eye for making a profit in even the most meager of
deals.

Knowing the way the wealthy treated any new toy that caught their eye,
she was careful to keep her hair covered, her face dirty and hidden and
to wear the most ragged and shape consealing clothing that she could
make. That is until one day when the new Dauphin was riding through the
narrow streets and she found herself shoved into a watering trough..as
the guards laughed and jeered, she rose sputtering from the water, her
kerchif lost, clothing sodden and clinging to the new female curves
that were quickly becoming apparent. It was then that she caught His
eye and he ordered her to be taken. Running for her life, she used
every ounce of cunning and guile she had learned in her short life, and
made it to the safety of her mothers room . But she was remembered, her
Da was found, and a deal was struck. Sold by her own Father for the sum
of 2 golds, she was dragged through the city streets, stripped to the
waist.. screaming curses and vile oaths until she found herself
buffeted back and forth by the Guardsmen's rough hands .. then tossed
to the Dauphin's feet during an open court.

Fighting to cover herself in the wealth of honey bright hair that
tangled about her, she felt her heart lurch as she was told that she
was to be cleaned and prepared..to serve as the new whore to the
Dauphin and then when he tired of her, to serve the Guard in the same
manner until she was cast aside. Just another street kid, even though
she has yet to have her first bleeding, she knew all to well what was
in store for her, a look at her mothers drugged and waisted life taught
more than anything of what happens to the cast off whores of the City
Guard.

That night, washed scrubbed and clothed in little more than a thin
shift, she managed to hide a small fruit knife in her hair..and when
the Dauphin had finished slapping and fondling her, he threw her onto
the bedsside and made ready to take the only thing of value she had.
But years of a hard and often brutal life has worked to give her fast
reflex's , like a feral cat, she pulled the knife free of its hiding
place and JAMMED it full depth in his scrotum. The shock of the
attack and the agony of his withered genitials took the breath of the
aged deviant, and honey was able to kick her way free and grabbed a
sheet as she ran for the windows . Behind her, with a strangled gurgle,
the Dauphin succumbed to a massive heart attack and died as she looked back.
Breathing hard, so frightened that she thought the world would end, she
waited for the guards to crash through the door and take her life as
she huddled, not knowing what to do. After a time, the door still
closed, she began to think. The Guard had only heard a cry, one that
could have been her own. With a sharp look to the collapsed form of her
would be rapist, she got to work and quietly searched the room. Finding
coin, jewels and a small pouch, she quickly filled it and opened the
window..tieing a long sash to the pouch neck, she managed to lower it
to the moat, looked hard in the predawn light to remember where it was
hidden..then scurried back in.

Dipping her fingers in the cooling pool of blood under and next to the
corpse, she streaked her inner thighs without a qualm then wrapped the
remains of her shift about her and slipped out the door. The creature
of fantasy that emerged to the guards was little comparison to the
frightened girl that had been dragged in. Amber dark eyes carried a
promise of heat as she looked each over boldly, the slipping sheet and
tumbled curls revealed her smooth, hand bruised shoulders and breasts
as she swayed past with a throaty murmmer of her needing her sleep as
much as the Dauphin.
Making sure the men saw the smears of blood on the shift, and her legs,
she moved along the hall with little concern until she turned the
corner, then she ran for the back halls of the servants quarters,
skidding and dodging from hiding place to hiding place until she was
able to find refuge in the bowels of the massive kitchens.

Stealing the worn and tattered clothing of a scullery from its night
nook, she dressed, covered her hair, and took a place with the other
simple minded girls that were scrubbing the floors clean in the back
hall. And remained there even as the hue and outcry of the Dauphins
murder were heralded through the castle.
She huddled with the rest, crying out lamantations as the guards
searched for the savage slut. But as night fell..she slipped away,
stopping only long enough to retrieve the pouch from it's hiding
place, and stole away into the night. Vowing to never fall into the
hands of one with Power again.

As time has passed, the pretty street girl, the offspring of a dock
whore and an abusive street peddler, grew to be a comely and
provocative Woman, learning the strengths in her arts, and the talents
of a quick mind. She found work in taverns and Inns along the way and
has learned from each until she was able to invest her hoarded treasure
on a tavern of her own. But with a horrible accident, the Shebeen
Tavern caught fire , and she has been left with only what she managed
to save.

A quick mind, a smart mouth and a soft heart combine with an explosive
temper at times to create a complex whole.
No one of conciquence, no magic power, just the ability to find a way
to survive, she found a temporary home in the company of the Merc
Warleader Tempus and his men shadowspawn and nicodemus{¬}

But time and tides always turns, and she left the Mercernary camp and struck out on her own, taking a wrong turn on a foggy twilight road, and when dawn rose the next day, she found herself on the road to Shireham village.
A building at the edge of the forestline seemed to be waiting for her, and after a little hard work and a lot of elbow grease, the Tavern was open and she was home, once more.

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