Sitting with your back to a cold and damp wall with a course blanket under your arse may sound like an uncomfortable position to be in. Not for Lyka Dassra. She had been sleeping in enough hot and dry places in her life and woken up with dry lungs and cracked skin enough times to value damp and cold seats. Today was particularly bleak in the city's underbelly, clouds obscured the whole sky, forcing people to go but just lamplight which was a dangerous enough endeavour. Lyka sniffed and shifted a bit, accidentally kicking her wares, the guns and rifles making a loud and echoing crack as they hit the cobbled street. Lyka swore in some five different languages and grumbled as she rearranged her store to it former glory, grabbing a pipe from her jacket pocket and lighting the dried leaves she had stuffed into the barrel. That relaxed her nicely.
The weapons went fast, they were all of good make and some were pretty damn fine but none of them were what Lyka wanted nor needed. She was a bit of a horder, couldnt bare to let a thing go. Well she was doing that today. By early afternoon the secret pockets in the lining of her clothes were full of coins and she felt much heavier for it. The few pistols that were left were nothing special so she began packing up when all of a sudden a young lad scampered up to her.
"Oy monkey! I wanna buy that there gun you be sellin'."
Lyka turned very slowly to gaze down at the lad, readjusted her pipe in her mouth, turned up her coat collar and made a big deal out of stretching before she answered him.
"Little small ta be playing with these kinds o' toys sonny."
The boy scowled at her and lashed out at her, she easily dodged his flail and chuckled at his pathetic attempts at harm.
"I dont need some black monkey to tell me whats what!"
Lyka barked a laugh. "Aye, I bet you've gotta mother for that, aint ya, tyke."
The lad screamed with indignancy. "My Ma dont get to tell me what to do no more! Now gimme that there gun or I'll steal it from ya!"
Lyka snorted and stuffed the Gun purposefully into her duffle bag. The boy screamed again and ran at her, to which she easily caught his arm and steered him into a wall. He bashed his head and collapsed to the ground, sobbing and shrieking racial slurs at Lyka.
"If ya can't aim yourself straight, how do you think ya going to be able to aim a gun proper?" Were Lyka's parting words to the boy. Hopefully his brain would grow to fill all those empty spaces in his head before he could find someone willing to take his money. Lyka doubted it, men did worse than give children guns down in these streets. She trotted merrily home, down back alleys and through streets any normal civilian would avoid like the plague until she came to her red door. The house was small but down a nice corner street, out of sight out of mind as most would say. Lyka scraped her boots off on the mat and went into the house with a heavy tread. Her sister was the first she saw, the girl reading daintily in the window seat. Honestly Lyka had no idea how they were related, the girl should have been born in the Upper city to some noble lady and her rich husband. Still they got along, Lyka have taken quite a protective shine to the girl. Miri snapped her book shut and skipped over to her sister, giving her a hug before running off to get her parents.
Lyka's father limped in on his walking stick first, his arabian skin wrinkled with age and the smell of salt infused into his grey streaked beard. He smiled warmly at Lyka and hobbled over to his armchair.
"I assume you arent here for long."
Lyka shook her head as she extracted the money from all her many pockets. "Just stopping by to drop this off and saying goodbye. Then I'll be off."
She hadnt needed Mafia to tell her to go close the gates, she already considered it enough times herself and when Rossini's men had come to call on her then had been shocked to silence when she had accepted before they could even finish their offer. She had kicked them out of her house faster than they could process her words and had started making arrangements moments afterwards. This money now was to keep her family in food for the time she was away and she hoped to god it was enough. Still, even if she died, Rossini had promised payment and he wasnt known for lying. That was as much as she could hope for.
Her mother entered the room next and stopped still. She glared at her daughter for a few moments before ignoring her presence and leaving again. Lyka cocked an eye at her father and he sighed apologetically.
"She wont admit it but she worried about you and I think a little angry you are going in the first place."
Lyka sighed. "Well she'll have to cope."
And that was it, she was out the door. She already had everything she needed in the little packs and pockets all over her clothes. Her saber was buckled tightly to her side, her dagger was secreted on her person but easily accessible. Everything was prepared. She made it to the gates of the city just before dark, then realised she needed a horse and stopped off by the stables nearby.