One Strike
Sunday, February 3, 2008
10:21 PM

I had gone to the Teiban Market that morning to pick up some errant supplies. Generally my days are taken up with the day to day work that is a part of my livelihood, but I took that particular day to spend on more domestic tasks. Such things are generally a luxury I do not have time for, and it was enjoyable. Mika had accompanied me, though I'm not sure he found shopping as cathartic as I did. The benefit was two-fold, I put my coin into the hands of those that needed it most, and at the same time indulged myself in some much needed distraction.
While perusing a display of fruit, I had run into the Poet's girl Elise. She was likewise shopping. It was a nice day for such things. I inquired to the state of the Braided Whip, and if she'd noticed any processions that morning on the streets by the Caste of Initiates. Just as she'd replied to the negative, a rambunctious youth went diving between Mika and I, nearly landing atop Elise. Conveniently, the Savant had grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and conducted him from our presence. Anthony is not a bad child, just a bit unruly at times, hot headed. Boys can be that way, so can many men.
No sooner had that disturbance been resolved did we hear the cry for water from further down the market place. As the crowd began to cluster and hum like angry bees, I sent Elise for home. An angry mob is no place for a bauble. I started to make my way through the mob toward the source of the disturbance, and found as I'd predicted, flames shooting toward the mid-day sky. A kiosk was set aflame, a group of people nearby using water from barrels to douse the flames. It did not spread significantly, but the damage was done to the citizen's property.
To add insult to injury, a robed zealot spewed threats to the crowd, claiming the flames were the doing of the Priest Kings. I had significant doubts to that but I was not about to pick a fight in a crowd of unsettled low caste. Mika however, had no such reservations. The more I expose him to the plight of the people, the more I find the injustices anger him. I am glad for that, I think if I found him apathetic in the face of suffering I would lose much of the respect he has earned from me.
Still, getting in the face of a temple-nut amidst a sea of angry and fearful citizens was not what I had planned for him to do. The zealot did not seem pleased either, and proceeded to condemn the rest of Ar for their insolence and Mika personally. He knew him by his surname, which seemed to take him aback though in truth I wasn't surprised. Now however, we were no longer just a part of the crowd, Mika's confrontation had made us targets. And that would make things more difficult.
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