I reach into Trevor’s memories to get the information I needed. I spread the magic through his mind like spider’s webs to capture all the memories that I would need to know what was going on. Or as a way to take on Trevor’s form and pose as him and explore myself. I felt myself become him in the memories. Experiencing them first hand.
I stand before the large guard captain. His massive gut sloshing as he walked in front of everyone that was there to become part of the protectors of the city’s laws. I feel excited, it was better to do this than any of the multitude of poor apprenticeships. The salary of a guard more than enough to own your own small hovel on the edge of the city. Even if it wasn’t in the main walls of the city.
“Now, I see that we have quite the few people that want to join the illustrious guard. I don’t just take anyone and everyone you know. For today, I’m going to make you all deputies. The top five people that dispense the most justice and bring back plenty of fines so that the guard can continue to function stays.” The captain scratched absently at his stomach. “Grab your clubs and put on a uniform. All of you that know how to handle themselves best will surely succeed.”
I salute with all the other candidates and put on a severely ill fitting suit and club. I had studied all the minor laws that could be broken and therefore enforced so that I could collect the most fines and maybe if I get enough I would be able to pocket some extra and still be a top contender. Another one of the candidates approaches me.
He was tall and thin as a whip. His cheeks sunken from malnutrition, “I say we pair up and go about breaking up any cutpurse rings or maybe even look for food booths and stores that aren’t doing things properly.”
I look at the man and his sleazy haircut. His mouth is heavily scarred in the corners. His teeth yellowed and stained by the use of tobacco and strong drink. I could tell that he wasn’t even interested in taking coins from the stores and instead would take bribes in foods and goods.
“No thanks, I think I’m going to head to the market alleys and the most rowdy taverns. Got to keep those drunks in line. All of them going about dirtying our streets should be plenty to fine. You go your own way.” I turn and leave the small building. A group of drunks were sitting in a drunken group singing together discordantly.
The day is foggy and wet. The recent spring rains having washed away a lot of the filth that had been collecting on the streets and alleys. The waste of people being thrown out the window always disgusted me. I know there were plenty of street urchins that were paid to go around town and shovel the affluence and bring them to the manure pits. I felt the dampness cut right through the thin uniform that I was given and cling to my skin giving me a little chill.
I make my way through the familiar streets knowing them like I knew the back of my hands. I took short cuts and ran into some of the young boys that like to crowd and pick through the trash of the people above. I pull my club and knock a couple on their head softly. “Oi, fork up some coin and I won’t bring you to the orphanage by yer ears. Your choice.”
They complain loudly and turn over a half bit and I knock a couple more around the ears and kick them on their way. As I go through the alleys and back streets I run across a couple people passed out and I go through their pockets and take some of the coins. Each of them reeking of piss and ale they barely stir at my fleecing.
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I was soon at the first of the market squares and started to walk around as the air began to mist with rain. The people in the streets pull clothes tighter and pick up the pace between their destinations. I caught a couple women whose skirts were too high, showing far too much ankle and leg. I fine them gently and get a couple quarter bits in return.
One stall had a delicious wafting scent drifting through the air and I make sure to approach. Meat skewers over some charcoal burning sit behind the counter. The whole stall covered by a waxed cloth. A thought of how I could get a free meal out of this comes to mind and I approach, “Do you have the proper papers to be serving foods?”
The stall wonder looks angry and scans me up and down. His older face wrinkling at the corners of his mouth and eyes from a life of frowning. “You are the third guard that has come to ask me the same damned question. Why don’t you, with your poor excuse of a costume go fuck yourself and shove that club up your arse.”
My mouth drops open at the attack out of this man. My knuckles going white around the club at my waist before I school my reaction and instead put on a false smile. “I’m just trying to do my job. Maybe even by a skewer. You can either be polite or I can take your insolence out on your hide.”
The scowl on the man was truly epic. His yellowing teeth shown in a snarl. “You’ve no right to be beating people. I know that your captain is having people work the streets cause he and his guards are too fat on their arses to do it themselves. Open your eyes you bastard and leave me alone.”
My anger gets the best of me and I start to beat him with my club. His cries of pain fuel a sadistic side of me as he crumples and protects his head. I bash him as he curls up trying to protect himself. As he grows still I grab a few skewers and them grab a couple bits that were sitting on the counter. Spitting on him I harshly whisper, “Next time know your gods be damned place.”
I storm off and scarf down on the food as I walk in the rain. It quickly cools and I toss the skewers off into the street. I lick what grease fell on my fingers and leave the square. This place would have been picked over while I was going through the alleys and getting the drunks and urchins to fork up some of their coins.
I head to some of the seedier taverns and shake down some of the drunks that were stumbling through the street. I tell them about the dangers of breaking the peace of the land with their drunken stupors. They don’t fight me on any of it and fork over the half and quarter bits that I could get from them.
It wasn’t too long before it was getting too late into the night for me to keep my eyes open. I made my way to the cheapest inn I could. I chose the one that I know has plenty of more ‘open’ men to the highest of pleasures. Nothing a woman could know how to do to a man’s body. Not the way a man could know another man.
I had a pleasurable night with a couple other men. My body and their’s slick with oil as we join one another. I keep the purse I had with the several bits hidden from them for I wouldn’t want them to take my hard work away from me.
I make my way through more alleys and pull as many coins as possible from the drunks I find passed out there. I make my way back to the guard quarters and meet with several of the other candidates. Just as I was approaching the last distance I felt a club land on the back of my head. I stumble as another couple blows rain down on me. I throw my arms above my head and I feel the coin purse I was using from my belt and my attacker pulls away.
It was the same man that asked for me to join up with him and fleece all the other businesses that he could. His smile was wicked and malicious. He kicked me in the gut and knocked me over easily. My head swimming from the blow on the back of it. I sit and recover as the rest of the candidates go inside the quarters. It takes me a long while for me to be recovered enough to walk the distance.
As I step inside I am met by the laughing group of the guards that were successful. I go to fight with the one that had attacked and mugged me but several of the others stop me in my wrath. The shove and beat me as they were not a tight knit group. I am left beaten on the floor as another more experienced guard pulls me into the captain’s room.
“I’m told you brought me no coins. You prance around in one of our uniforms and yet you what, fail to do anything?”
“I was attacked at the last moment by a true bastard.” I wiped some blood from the corner of my mouth and looked up at the man pleadingly, “I worked hard and had several bits to offer as a sign of my success. Please give me another chance.”
The captain motioned for the other guard to leave the room, “Is it true? What they say you do at night?”
I swallow in fear, what I did wasn’t illegal but not many people liked to hear of men enjoying one another. “Y-yes. It is.”
The captain stroked his belly and smiled cruelly, “Then I have a way for you to be a guard.”
I pull out of the memories. Not wanting to go about experiencing being used by such a disgusting person. All the boasting Trevor did and he was just a cruel and pitiful person. I hated the feeling that I had brought him pleasure. I would need to delve more and find out how the night patrols went.