will_scarlett | Atton in London

Atton picks her out anyway, with only a little difficulty, and starts heading that way.

He doesn't intend to talk for long. He just wants to quickly check that the Sheriff isn't blackmailing her family anymore.

The work she's found is hard but the family is kind since once she had that coin, the good people of Nottingham found a way out for her and her family. She's singing as she folds, a ballad about Robin Hood that is being heard around London.

"Hey," Atton calls as he approaches. "Found you. You got away from the Sheriff alright, I take it?"

His voice startles her but she smiles,

"Oh aye, thank ye, I did. What has brought ye to London?"

"I was here a while ago and liked the city," it's very fighty, after all, "so there's a couple of things I'm here to do. But I told you I'd check up and see that everything had turned alright, so here I am, checking. Things look like they're going well."

"Aye, we have escaped an now are workin' an livin' here. The Sheriff has na more hold on us."

"Good." He turns to leave. "Well, take care of yourself."

She leans over her pile of laundry and gives him a light kiss on the lips,

"Aye, I will."

Atton grins at her, before heading away.

Once he's a reasonable distance away, he starts listening through the Force. This time, he's listening for the sounds of crowds, and a fight. He presumes it'll be where he and Will found it before, but there's no harm in checking.

Near where they were before, a group of men have set up gambling and fighting and gambling on fighting after all most of them are on the watch so actually have coin.

Atton heads that way, then. Once he arrives, he stays back for a few moments to watch and observe.

A big fight is going on between two fairly even matched men who are both bulky but not terribly quick. A lot of their fighting is based on just hitting hardest.

Atton watches for a minute or two, then approaches the man who looks, to Atton, like he might be in charge.

"Hey. Who's your best fighter?"

The man laughs, "Na those two, 'e's o'er there gettin' a drink."

He points to a large yet slightly trimmer man than the two fighting, also not quite as drunk.

"Thanks. Can anyone fight here?"

"Oh aye, anyone's welcome to take their chances."

Atton's given a look over,

"Ye look as if ye could do some damage."

Though Atton does look lighter than the other men so it'd be a good bloody fight.

"I could do a little, I'm sure," Atton says, mildly. "What's his name?" Nodding his head over at the man identified as their best fighter.

"'e's 'am, 'e doesna like fightin' till all the fools 'ave been beaten down. Doesna like botherin' with anyone who isna good 'nough."

Ham laughs and applauds as the two fighters knock each other out with beautifully timed headbutts.

"I'll ask him. If he says no, guess I'll just have t'prove myself."

Atton grins, wandering over to Ham.

"Up for a fight?"

Ham looks Atton up and down,

"Why should I fight ye?"

Mildly: "I like t'think I'm fairly good."

"Ye'll 'ave to prove it, na goin' to waste me time on a piece o'string like ye."

"'M not stringy," Atton protests, sulkily. "Alright, I'll prove it."

"Oh aye, 'ow?"

He leans back and just smirks to see what Atton is going to try and do.

Atton grins, looking around.

"Who here d'you think I should go and beat?"

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