"Leo, what happened to you?" A scrawny kid was crawling out of an alley with a swollen shut eye, blood running down his body, and what seemed to be a distinct limp. The girl asking was one of the barmaids on break out back of the tavern.
Due to the constant dodging of hands and running many beverages with food to tables, the owner let them recuperate after the large wave passed each day. The owner had few rules but the maids appreciated that they were protected from more scary work.
Any customer that thought they were for sale would find a rude awakening!
"Ah nubbin much, ow!" His swollen lips did not allow him to talk easily and the crimson on his teeth made it clear he had blood in his mouth. The maid sighed and used her rag to dip into a water bucket.
Her fellow maids frowned as that was supposed to be their drinking water but they made an exception for Leo. He was one of many street urchins trying to survive but he kept their alley clean with his fellow 'brigands.'
