Avery | Korre
Perhaps it was bad luck that had taken them there. Perhaps it was a string of bad decisions, of missteps and mistakes and maybe just the result of that one card that wasn't hidden well enough. Avery the street magician's last performance certainly did not go as well as it was supposed to be. The booing of the crowds still echoed in her head.
The performance left her in a bad mood, which somehow escalated to this moment: hungry and penniless, lost in the dank alleys of the slums. She'd been in this position before, but she wasn't in the mood to remember how she survived the last time.
The small, savage Shartile was still at her heels. He sniffed uspiciously at the trashes around them, hunting for food. Avery hoped he'd find something edible soon, or she might be his next meal.
[[OOC Note: This thread is pretty open-ended. It's more of a way for me to get back in the groove of roleplaying than anything, but anyone is welcome to jump in. I'd rather to move at a brisk pace though, about two posts a day, with varying qualities. My two characters here are creatures, but you may jump in with a human character if you like.]]