[Crimsonn Draycko, narration]
Crimsonn Draycko sits down on the stairs at the plaza amphitheature. His face is white, his breath heavy, and his nose still bleeding. He quietly broods upon the recent event.
He climbed down the old, creaky, slimy ladder, being careful not to slip, as he entered the sewers. The sight of the place was horrid, the smell was worse. But he needed the money.
His job was to go down into the sewers to exterminate the filthy vermin, as there was and still is a bounty on their various parts. He was just minding his own business. He first killed two near the entrance, then proceeded deeper, looking for more rats.
Then, a near fatal misunderstanding. As he proceeded down a ramp the smell was toxic. He had trouble keeping his footing and balance. Then he slipped on the sludge, and slid down the ramp. The quick excursion ended ubruptly as he bumped into a Dermorian, knocking him over.
He didn\'t have the time to wonder what exactly the Dermorian was doing in the sewer, but when he turned around, Crimsonn was terrified. The Dermorian was frothing at the mouth, and his eyes were a bright red. The Dermorian punched him with the strength of several men, yet somehow Crimsonn was able to stand up and run. And run he did. The toxic air made him stumble, and it made him dizzy, yet fortunately he was able to find his way out. He climbed halfway up the ladder, then slipped. The Dermorian caught up and hit him again. Crimsonn poured all of his strength into one single attack. He got up and dealt the Dermorian a strong uppercut to the jaw, and used the time he bought to ge up the ladder.
He ran to the center of the plaza, and the Dermorian was still chasing him. \"Help! Murderer!\" he screamed. No one came to help. Then, seeing the usual large crowd near Harnquist\'s, made a split-second decision to run there. As he changed direction he dodged a swing from his attacker. The Dermorian\'s second swing, a forceful punch, made contact to Crimsonn\'s back. Blood began to seep from his nose. Crimsonn stumbled to the feet of the crowd. He cried for help again.
Fortunately, a male Enkidukai saw him, and drew his sword to fight the Dermorian. The Dermorian swung at the Enkidukai, but his fist met a blade. The Enkidukai quickly brought the attacker to justice.
Crimsonn is forever in his debt.
Crimsonn cradles himself in his arms, his injuries hurt like nothing he had felt before. His left lung was punctured, and six ribs were broken. But he is alive.
