A handsome elf carrying a bow watched a commotion a few meters from him on the more insecure parts of the streets of Valerion.
He leaned on a counter holding a wooden mug of some alcoholic beverage.
Next to him was a one-eyed beastkin man. Their eyes were on a small boy with dark hair and icy blue eyes as he stood off against three rugged-looking men.
"Hehehe… he's not going to provoke them. No one's that stupid…"
The elf, called Back to Back, smiled.
Taking a sip of his drink, he said, "I bet ten zeni he will."
"You're game," the beastkin replied, knowing the street children of Valerion were always working toward self-preservation.
Before he could say more, the dark-haired boy kicked straight at the groin of one of the men.
Back to Back smiled, already expecting that outcome.
He opened his palm. "Pay up."
The one-eyed beastkin snickered, then passed a coin to the elf, his expression irritated and his pride wounded from misjudging a common street child.
