"ANOTHER," the cry shouted, followed by a loud crack of a whip and a bout of shouting.
Sophia gave a grin at the sound, "Looks like that guard was dealt with, that'll teach him to keep his hands to himself."
She took a bite of the apple she was eating, tossing the fruit to a young man sitting on the back of a horse trolley. Catching it smoothly and taking a bite, grinning from ear to ear, Joek tilted his head at the girl. "Of course. Getting him drunk and putting him in the Magistrate's daughter's bed was childs play. A few lashes, and a well placed message later and he'll know he got hit by the Fox Army."
"Fox army?" Sophia chided at him, shaking her head. "I think we are better off without a name." He nodded his head, taking another bite. "The Troupe? Like a circus? I mean we are a big time circus act now."
"We are street performers Joek. For lunch money."
"Not for long." He cracked his knuckles, running his hand through his hair, tossing the apple toward the girl, the apple hit the ground and Joek slid off the trolley, taking a breath and looking over.
"Boss, who you talkin to? Is there someone else back der wicha?"
"No one Hickory. Now then. Lets go see what poor little fool got themselves latched up for the lashes."
He giggled to himself, walking down the street toward the screaming, his hands smoothing down his purple ascot in his black suit, his thin frame almost invisible in the night.