The Civic District
_Ah, yes, yes. I much agree with you, sir. The taxes on fine cloth is much too high. It dampens trade and, wich is an utmost scandal, turn a somewhat nice garb into a quite bothersom investment. Oh? Ah, I see. Very well. Good day then…
Hehehe, good day you loser. This purse will make a nice adition to my little gold pile. Ah, Tymore is smiling at me. Here I am in the civic district. An upstanding citiezen on the rise. Heard one of the snators are seeking an advisor. Hehehe. That should make a nice pay, espacially with a little of the campaign budget going into my pocket. Life is smiling! Aha! Another unsuspecting noble. Just a little closer, yes, yes, keep looking the other direction and.... A little cut and i am home freeeeeeaaaa..
Good afternoon, sir. Heh, what my hand is doing in your pocket?.. When you put it that way, i can honestly not think up a good reason, heh. Hey, wait. Dont I know you? I have seen you somewhere havent I? Oh, I know! You are that kid I met outside the city a couple of moons ago! Hahaha, ho are you, kid? A long time and no see, eh? Here is your purse. You have to watch out, thoose sneaky thieves are everywhere! I see you have traded that rugged leather you had last, to a shiny scalemail. And you have gotten yourself a sword too! Looks awefully, uhmm, sharp. It is sharp? I can imagine, I dont want to have it tried on me though, hehe. What my hand was doing in your pocket? Nevermind that, kid. Let me take you around the Civic District. You look lost like a little puppy and you dont want to get pickpocketed again, now do you?
Ah, yes, the Civic District. The district for thoose that got out of the gutter and became something, or thoose that were born with a silverspoon up their arse. You know, rich kids. Not to use such language? You are right, the language is different here. You wont hear any sailor speak as if he has a broken jaw. You wont see beggars or homeless people sleeping in crates._
to be continued
