Damuck pulled Kathline to the door as all the eyes in the inn threatened to pierce holes in his back. Beyond the door, the once fearful alley seemed almost pleasant to Kathline compared to her experience in the inn. Damuck turned to her and gently pulled the hood back over her face and with down cast eyes, walked away. Not wanting to be anywhere near the inn, Kathline stayed close to Damuck as he left. Once on the main street, Kathline almost lost him in the tumult of people; she wanted to run away; she didn’t want to be away from home, and most of all she didn’t want to cause this poor boy any more pain but all that awaited her at home was an arranged marriage to an arrogant man, so she followed him. Damuck, blinded by his disappointment, walked on through the crowd without noticing the man that stood right in front of him. He ran into the man without looking up and knocked the precious carving of a cat out of his hands without an apology. The man who stood behind the stand watched helplessly as his art fell to the ground but the man who had held it was distracted by who he saw and exclaimed, “Damuck me boy. How you been? I haven’t seen you in ages.” He paused for a moment for a breath and then, seeing Kathline, went on, “I see you’ve been to the inn and picked yourself up a pretty li’l thing. What’s her…” he reached out to pull down the hood but finally the voice of the indignant man behind the stand caught the man’s attention.
“EXCUSE ME. Francis. FRANCIS! Would you please hand me that cat you dropped. You know it is sort of important since it makes my money.
*unfinished as of yet*