#scarsdale

Lunchtime at the forge, and a white-haired figure slips into the upholder's shop.

"YOU! Oy.... WHAT?"

Hirim goes after an apprentice. A learning experience! What???

Zara hangs back, watching the show.

Other apprentices scatter, the braver ones place bets on the survival odds of the selected target under their breath. The term 'the purge' might come up

"THAT.. you think THAT... is good???"

Zara, of course, falls under the radar of most.

wimpers from the apprentice something about perhaps good being subjective?

A faint sniff of disdain.

small amounts of dross or coin pass hands

Zara's sharp eyes note who bets, and how... for no purpose, of course...

"FEH!!"

One dark skinned nocker is making a pretty good killinng

The girl who gets FEHed, well, her pig tails fly backwards and she mutters some more apologies and excuses and assurance she'll get it right next time

A quiet grey smile.

This is... home, and familiar. A scene she's seen many times, from when she was much smaller.