A harsh scaly looking woman strolled down the market street. Vendors of all kinds were behind their stalls shouting over the bustle of midday slaves picking up goods for their masters. Each one claiming to be better than the last. It was all a great distraction from the less than-
“Viper!” someone’s shout could be heard above the rest and people flinched back watching their feet and trying to find somewhere else to be. The woman just sighed and turned down the alleyway to her right. The place she was sure the shout had originated from.
“What a stupid nickname you’ve given me,” the woman chastised as she stalked down the alley. “Shall I call you Wolf?” she asked knowing her ‘friend’ would be more than pleased to receive such a name.