A part of me wanted to just walk away and Return to the gagle of children as they were herded home.

But a small voice in my head reminded me that I wanted to be better. Could I just ignor a child being stoned to death?

Of course not. So what could I do?

A dozen scenerios ran through my mind, each being discarded one after the other until I had the perfect plan to use.

I let out a sigh as my fished into my tunic coming out with a black bag filled with pepper powder. It had taken me months to get the right combination of peppers.

I had meant it as a way to get out of a dangerous scenerio. Now I was going to use it to get someone else out of one.

I only had 4 bags. I needed to be careful or it might not even desperse the crowd.

The crowd was made out of 7 various individuals.

I tried to toss one of the bags and stared blankly as it landed 2 feet in front of me. Curse my lack of upper body strength!

I had no choice. Id have to go into the crowd.

Note 1: start doing pushups.

After making my [mental note], handy skill that, i rushed into the crowd and began to spin making sure the bag was open while I spun.

"Uuug my eyes!" And various offensive verbs were thrown out as the bags contents were spread around through the power of centrifugal force.

Some of the other stone throwers stopped to see what the comotion was.

I took the opportunity to rush past the crowd grabbing onto the green skinned child and pulled him up... is what id like to say. Unfortunately for me, the kid was heavy!

What did he eat rocks? More likely it was my lack of physical might but let me be childish dammit!

The kid just looked up at me with uncomprehendingly. Not having even proccessed the fact that he was not being pelted by rocks.

"Come! On!" I practically screamed at him as I tried to get him up so we could run. The crowd was allready starting to realize what was happening I did not want to find out what they'd do to the both of us.

He seemed to get the message after way to long of a second and quickly got up as we started running.

"Hey! Their getting away!" Yelled one of the people in the crowd.

I guided the boy through narrow streets and trash filled pavillion until I could be sure we lost them. Using a peice of decently reflective glass to check the corners for any more people hunting us.

"You. Owe. Me. 4 Siveà." I gasped as I tried to catch my breath.

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Note 2: start running too.

The kid gave me a shake of the head of which I responded with a baleful glare.

"I saved your life." I replied icily. No way was I going to get swindled by a child. Even if physically I was a child now.... and okay my brain had all the chemical promblems that came with being a child.

He gave me another shake of the head and pointed to his very empty pockets. And by empty I meant non existent. Thats when it occured to me that said boy was wearing rags.

"Of course you dont have money. Fine then can you tell me your name at least."

The boy shook his head no and pointed to a very nasty looking burn mark on his throat.

"You cant speak.... great.... tell me you at least HAVE a name?" I practically begged him.

He shook his head no.

"Fiiiinee. As payment for me SAVING your life im naming you Harold."

The greenskineed boy gave a hestitant nod of agreement at me. His face a mix of hope and appehension... at being given name? Was there some social nuance I was missing here?

Note 3: learn more about Harold later.

"Now that we have that settled. Lets go home."

Harold stared blankly at me.

"Home. You know the place you sleep and eat?"

If faces could get any blanker Harolds would have done so.

"Im not letting you get mobbed again when I just saved your life. Just do me a favor and try to be stealthy about it. I somehow doubt dad would be to happy to see a strange green skinned boy in our home."

I grabbed his hand and he meekly followed me. We went up the stairs leading to middle Serean. Serean was divided into 4 districts.

The 1st was upper Serean were what was left of the nobility apparently. Most of my information came from gossip id over heard. My information of Upper Serean was vague at best.

The 2nd was middle Serean were the average hard working honest folk (of you asked the citizens) lived.

Below that was the 3rd level were the market was situated. It was also were all the children were brought for supervised play. Supervised and also mandatory play. Id gotten on the wrong end of a wooden spoon for thinking otherwise.

Market Serean was also were the entrance to the city was. Not that the city got much vistors. Which my [mental note] skill helpfully reminded me to investigate that at some point.

Then finnaly you had the slums. I didnt really need to explain what the slums are I imagine. Though I got the distinct expression that Harold had probably come from there.

As we walked I decided to check my levels. It was a wierd process. The best way to explain was that you had to focus on something that was not there.... it was more complicated then that, but I couldn't think of a better way to explain it.

Name: Kitty Garland

Age: 6

Race: catlinè

Classes: [Novice alchemist] [cute criminal]

Race skills: [dark vision] [enhanced agility] [enhanced senses] [claws] [cute] [brittle bones] [weakend musscles] [senstivity] [lactose intolerant]

Novice alchemist: level 2

Skills: [craft: lesser potions] [identifying: lesser alchemical ingredients] [novice alchemical knowledge]

Cute criminal level 3: [adorable face] [deceptive innocence] [aura of underestimation]

I checked to see if maybe I had leveled up. Unfortunately it did not seem that helping out Harold would call for a level up.

I gave [cute criminal] a stink eye I reserved just for that class. I had an inkling suspicion that the system was making fun of me with that class.

After about 15 minutes of walking as we checked to make sure we weren't being followed. We finnaly made it to my home.

I checked to ses if any of the lanterns were on and to my relief they were off. It didn't mean dad wasn't home. Thought it meant he probably wasn't outside his room.

Being as quiet as possible I oppened the door while ushering Harold inside. Just I made it to the stairs I heard a voice that made me jump.

"Just were are you going young lady? And while we are at it. Care to explain why your sneaking in with an orc?"

Shit. I should have known hed use a skill to catch me in the act. Now I had to figure out what to say to avoid the fate that was the wooden spoon.