It hurt. Her body was flowing with agony. She needed help, but she didn't know where to fi- [i]plink.[/i] Her slightly panic ceased for a moment as she heard a metal object hit a rock, which she identified as a coin.. followed by a whistle. Was someone taunting her? Perhaps a lighthearted joke. She wasn't the petty kind of thief that would scoop any kind of coin that flew in their direction. She at least had some dignity. A voice spoke to her from the alley near her. [color=ed1c24][i]A favor huh..?[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24][b][i]"What kind of favor might that be?"[/i][/b][/color] She asked, her voice carried as a whisper into the alley, audible enough for the man to hear. Dark dealings required you to be discrete, making unnecessary noise would attract attention after all. Nothing says 'shady' more than a shadow speaking to you from an alley. She wasn't about to trust the man, but he seemed to know what she needed. Of course his request might be unfavorable or rather unsavory.