Veronica had never had magic.
 No, she had survived and lived her life with nothing but her own wit and stubborn nature, her smarts, and the occasional assistance of an angry boy in a trench coat who knew his way around a gun. That, and a cup of drain cleaner. Still, though weak in comparison to most (all) in this city, and generally left to her own devices (where was JD, anyway?), she wasnât too afraid.
 That was until night fell. She didnât intend to be out so late, but sometimes she just got so caught up in what she was doing and lost track of time. She could call JD, ask him to walk her home but⌠Sheâd hardly seen him, and he probably had better things to do anyway. Or something.
 So she found herself on the back streets, hand wrapped around the handle of a pocket knife sheâd bought for herself when she realized things here were a little more dangerous than Sherwood. The voice startled her out of her already paranoid thoughts, her head turning to find the source. âWell, looks like you should take your own advice,â she mused, closing some of the distance and getting a bit of a better look. â⌠What got you, anyway?â
{ â }â A child, he concludes. Not quite an adult yet, and as Sliske spied the white knuckled grip on a small knife, he almost wondered if she ever would be. Grin twists, sharply, and thereâs nothing polite about his feigned attempt at gentleness.
Truth be told, he just wanted to frighten her a little. It was best to stay on ones toes, after all.
âOh, this? A few rowdy puppies were happy to see me, but no-one had taught them any manners.â
A lie. Just what were the monsters that slunk around the dark corners of this dreadful place? A glance to the worn wooden staff at his side, and he wonders why he brings it around with him all the damn time. Useless junk.
He gets to his feet, staff in one hand, and bitten arm hanging loosely at his side. Staring down at the girl, the previously menacing grin switches to a playful demeanour. Chipper as always, as though the bite hadnât sunk as deep as it did.
(Heâd had worse, anyway.)
âYou wouldnât happen to know if thereâs a hospital here, somewhere? Or an apothecary, perhaps? â