Years went by and Darius' friends gradually moved on, but Darius stayed, arming himself with the cudgel, sword, and badge of the town guard. The cudgel was needed since it was now generally a one on one encounter, the sword was there just in case things got our of hand, and the badge stopped the furoo from speaking with the law. Orphic actually thought it softened Darius, the fear of getting caught ending the most savage acts of humiliation. Others disagreed with Orphic, and perhaps they were right, the cracked rib of three moons ago would lend credence to their argument.
Orphic still had an outstanding issue to settle with Lours, Kaplan, and the others from Cook-Crow Street. It seems some furoo had forgotten the beatings of years past in exchange for the benefits of today. With their help Orphic had been chased down an alley and cornered. These days he usually avoided Darius, at leas when he was awake, but with seven furoo and Darius he was unable to avoid the ambush.
He shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his head, and looked at the merchants who were now almost finished unloaded. He needed to keep his mind on the task at hand. A lifetime spent on the streets almost made it easy to forget indignations suffered in the past. Almost.
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