[h3]Anne[/h3]

Anne had set out early in the morning to play her flute for those who listen, which were few and far between. She could earn several coppers in an average day and it might have gotten at least an apple for the day. But it would fail to stave away the hunger which had been gnawing at her stomach for weeks. At one point, Anne weighed a nice hundred pounds for her five feet and two inches height but she had weighed about eight pounds for nearly a year. She just wished she was anywhere but Rockvale but no company of merchants were willing to take along a girl who couldn’t even support her own weight.

It was nearing dusk when she would meet the young man by the name of Vent. He would truly be hero who rescued a damsel in distress
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[h3]Vent[/h3]

Vent had been at sea for several weeks and had been heading for an entirely different city when he landed in Rockvale. A storm had swept his ship off course by nearly three hundred knots and sent them towards Rockvale. If Vent was a different man, he would have went to his original destination but had determined it Fate that he had ended up near Rockvale. His ship anchored away from the city and the crew took a rowboat to the shore due to the large rocks which surrounded the port city. Vent had managed to get on the first boat to the city and paid them ten silver for transporting him. 

It was the luck of a young bard that he had arrived when he did. Night was quickly approaching and the bard had been on her way back to the small bed she had set up in an alleyway when a couple of drunkards had grabbed her. [b]”Look wha’ we caught Jeremay! Ain’t she just a beauty.”[/b] replied one of the drunkards. Their intents were obvious by the wandering and unwelcome hands. But they had chosen the wrong place to assault the young woman as Vent wandered into the road where they stood. He could easily tell that the men were unwelcomed by the woman and he reacted as quickly as any other person would have walked away.

[b]”Hey, let go of the girl or you’ll lose hand!”[/b] Vent said as he held his sword out in front of him as he was trained to do. Though his inexperience in battle was obvious, the six foot tall man was intimidating to look at. The two drunkards pulled out their own daggers and threw the bard to the side, hitting her head against a loose brick and knocking her unconscious. They were ready for a fight and would have won it had it not been for the drinks they had taken beforehand. Vent didn’t actually cut either of their hands off, but he did remove a finger from one and may have cut a ear off the other by accident. 

[b]”Hey, are you alright girl? Come on now, it’s alright. Just sit up slowly now.”[/b] Vent said as he pulled the waking girl up. It took the woman a while before she could clearly see the face of hero in front of her. He was cut across his left cheek and his nose had been broken but she didn’t quite respond the way Vent thought she would. Anne quickly kicked him in the balls and ran down the alley, only to realize that it was a dead end. Vent lay on one side in the most pain he had ever felt in his entire life as Anne sat at the other end of the alley. That is, until Anne noticed the two drunkards lying behind Vent with worse wounds than his own. She quickly rushed to the injured hero and sat beside him.

[b]”Oh, I’m so sorry there mate. I didn’t think you were the one who helped me.”[/b] Anne said to Vent. All Vent could do was sit there in pain.