"Jonathan, you know I'm not like that. If I could afford it, I-I would pay it! I'm an honest woman, Jonathan, you know that," the woman sits up in struggled, mechanical movements.
"No, Rose, I don't," Jonathan holds his spear against Rose's chin after a brief, obvious moment of hesitation. From the crowd, pushing through the doors of the Wanderer's Union comes a woman at least six feet and half inches tall, red hair tied into a side ponytail.
She has combat boots that almost reach her knees and tight black shorts that fit well with her curvaceous figure. Unsheathing her sword, in front of everyone that's watching, she holds the blade against the soldiers in threat. Other guards on stand-by point their polearms towards her but the stranger doesn't bat an eyelash.
From her bag, she pulls out a satchel of coins and dumps them into Jonathan's hands, holding down her sword.
