Tales Around the Trash Can Fire

[waxl]

As the sun rises and the smell of sewer ripens with the morning sun a group of drunkards and vagrants roast two large plump rats over a trash can fire, the conversation turns to the night before as they all chime in:

"Ya see them purple and pink swirls over that tower last night, right around midnight  I say. Then a boom and a pop and gone"

" Was real pretty I hear."

"Jimma down by docks says something flung off tower right after that pop, right into the bay he sayin. " 

"Maybe was that fugitive dwarf, heard she caught him"

"Bah she nay flinging dwarves off the tower, I hear she sweet on 'em."

"I be flingin' ya in bay meself ya keep that up"  ...the hin of the group chimes in pointing a rusty dagger at the other vagrant.

"Aww Aww Brondo sweet on the high mage"  

Laughter rolls and the teasing of the hin continues until they eventually turn conversation to who gets the tails off the breakfast rat .