My Ranking Points
A burly shop owner swept the freakishly tall boy off of his feet. The boy tumbled to the ground, and drew a jack knife from seemingly out of thin air.
“I’m not a bad person,” he stammered, lying on his back. The shopkeeper loomed over him, her fists tightly clenched. Sergi studied the boy. He admired the look of defiance mixed with shock on the boys face. It was obvious he was used to committing crime, but not getting caught.
“You think you can steal from me?” The shopkeeper bellowed.
Sergi saw his opportunity. He pushed himself up from the table, and plucked a seed from his pocket.
“I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding…” he purred, putting a hand on the shopkeepers forearm. “My dear friend didn’t mean to steal anything… here, I’ll pay for it.”
“Didn’t mean to steal?” The shopkeeper roared. “Then why did he run down the entire blasted market with a pair of stolen mittens!”
“He gets scared sometimes, don’t you?” Sergi said, eyeing the boy, who nodded furiously, making his dark hair bounce up and down. “Like I said, I’ll pay for the… mittens, you said? How much?”
“He stole from me! I want him punished!” The shopkeeper insisted.
“You know what, I’ll pay you double.” Sergi said, trying to keep his voice as steady, even and calm as possible. “Levi, I believe you handle the finances in our party?” Sergi turned to Levi, who reluctantly drew a lump of gold from his pocket and handed it to Sergi, who gave it to the shopkeeper. “Be on your way then, take a rose for your troubles.”
The shopkeeper took the money and the flower, all protests about the boys thievery disappearing.
“Our friend should be satisfied with their payment, right Puck?” Sergi said. Puck glared at him, and didn’t say anything.
“I think she might just need a… push in the right direction.” Sergi said. Puck didn’t say anything. Sergi glared back at her.
“I hope this payment is sufficient enough for you,” he said to the shopkeeper, who was turning the gold over in her hands, inspecting it.
Puck decided to speak up then. “Leave,” she said to the shopkeeper, her eyes flashing blue. Unable to resist the power of Puck’s magic, the shopkeeper trudged out the door.
Sergi looked down at the boy, who was becoming rather translucent.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Sergi,” he said. “I have some business to attend to, but why don’t you acquaint yourself with the rest of the group.”
The boy nodded again.
“Therin, lets go someplace else and you can tell me about what you saw at the market. Everyone else stay here.”