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Order of the Sword & Rose
Quezan turns another random corner, running very fast through the warehouse portion of the harbor. Behind him an angry male voice shouts: “I am going to skin you alive!” Quezan can understand why the man was angry, but surely it is understandable that the man looks very babe-ish from behind. Long hair, auburn in color, flowing delicately off her-no wait, his shoulders. Ordinarily such a moment would be followed by some harsh words and nothing more. When his fellows began jeering the man with taunts of “Yeah, nice hair, babe.” The blood burning rage that appeared on the man’s face told Quezan that fleeing at top speed was the proper thing to do.
The chase had continued for way longer then most Quezan had endured. A group of kobolds stealing some bread from a food crate looked up in surprise to see an elf running towards them. They scatter in surprise as Quezan nimbly jumps into the crate. Quezan pulls the lid of the crate up as he lays down in the space now vacated by the stolen bread. Quezan holds his breath as the man’s steps could be heard approaching. “You will beg for death!” was heard bellowed, followed by running steps fading in the distance. Quezan sighed in relief, but did not dare reveal himself. What if his friends had followed? The crate still had about 75% of its contents, which made his position cramped but survivable. Quezan relaxed, and sleep took him easily.
The crate was loaded on an airship on schedule. Quezan slept soundly through the jostling. Around the time Quezan normally awakens, some sound stirs him to consciousness. Quezan blinks his eyes clear as he hears an unfamiliar voice ask: “Do you have any pea soup?”