Gwen shifts the small bag of her belongings onto her other shoulder as she makes her way through the empty, dark marketplace. She would be lying to say that she wasn't a little afraid. This was the first time she'd been to the city, and it's not as though you can run away from home more than once.
She didn't know what it had been, the demands of her parents, the triviality of life in a farming community, or the shy, devout (and abstinent) boys in the area, but something made her pack her things and head to Camelot.
Walking through the empty streets, Gwen wonders if she had thought enough about what she was getting herself into. She didn't know anyone here, and she surely didn't have anything by way of work skills.
She sighed and trudged through the dark streets.
Fate not minding to kick a good girl while she's down, the strap to her bag tears off and her belongings spill across the cobbled street. A few coins roll off in the direction of the alley. She grabs her things as best she can and chases after the coins before they are out of sight.
She picks up one pence when she hears something.
She twirls around and sees a dark figure blocking her way out of the alley.
"What's a girl like you doing in an alley like this? It's dangerous around here, dontcha know?" The way he sounded, she figured he was one of the reasons this place was so dangerous.
She slowly backed away from the man, but he started to follow. |