An Idea formulated from a story read (Pieces of her Story)

It had been nearly six hands since she, started saving up for something she had spied in a little shop in the Market District of Ar. It had been in a display case with other odds and ends items. When she inquired about the item, the Merchant, who had been fairly nice to her, took it out and handed it over for her to have a closer look. Of course he could see she was nothing more than a slave, and slaves, for the most part, had no money, or property of their own.

"Do you know a sailor?" He would ask her. A slow smile graced delectable tiers as she nodded in response. "Yes, Master. I do know a sailor. How much do you want for it?" The merchant let out a boisterous laugh. "You cannot afford such a thing, slut. But if I were to humor you, I'd let you have it for two copper tarns. And I would even throw in that compass you were looking at earlier for free." Elizabeth knew that he was probably asking too high a price, but she so did want to give her Master something special. "Will you hold the items until I can save up enough money to buy them from you?"

The merchant looked from her to the man that was idly looking at things in the shop. He had seen the man follow scribbles into the shop, and was now curious. "Is this you beast?" Canoos, who was scribble's handler when her Master wasn't about, shook his head laughing. "She belongs to Agrippa Pontus, Administrator of Port Cos. I am just a guard in the unit that looks out for his estate. She," pointing to scribbles, "is part of said estate."

Looking back to scribbles, the merchant agreed. "I will hold them, but you will bring something to put down on the items each week. If, at the end of eight hands, you have not paid for them in full, I will keep what you have paid and the items. Do you agree to these terms?" He was a crafty merchant, and seen it as a way to earn coin, and keep the items.

Without hesitation and without much thought scribbles struck a deal, “Agreed!" Handing the item back to him, she offered him an ebullient smile, and was off to try to figure out how she was going to raise enough money to buy the items within the span of eight hands.

Of course this is where Canoos would come in. 'Crafty devil.' Even he had seen this as an opportunity to make some coin.

Each hand scribbles would make her way to the shop and turn over what coin she had earned. It wasn't much, especially after Canoos took his cut. By the end of the sixth hand she became discourage as she still owed a full copper tarn on the items. Going to the merchant she struck up yet another deal. He would make use of her skills as a scribe to get his records in order. They were in a horrible mess! It seemed she spent every waking free ahn she had at the merchant's shop, and it was beginning to become evident that she was up to something. She seemed, at the most inopportune time to be distracted when serving her Master, Agrippa. He even asked her, quite off handedly, where she was off to each day, but before she could answer the question put to her he had turned to speak to someone else. An arrow was dodged.

At the end of eight hands, scribbles was fairly certain she had met the goal, and went to collect the items from the Merchant. He brought her into his back office, and informed her that there would be only one way that he would give her the items that she had paid for by letting men use her for a few coppers. Sitting back in his chair, and parting his knees, he looked at her. "If you can pleasure me by only using your mouth, I will let you have the items, and send you on your way. Either way you will be sent on your way, the question is if it will be with those items you seemed so intent of having, are in your hand."

He had no idea what he had just agreed to, and just a hint of a devious smile touched lush tiers.

Scribbles would leave later that evening with said items. Did the merchant really think that the Administrator of Port Cos kept her because of her ability to keep books? No, there was much more to the demure slave scribe...so very much more.