Emeral In Shadow

The Informant [#5]

A girl wakes up to the warm rising sun, it's light flooding her eyes through the window in her room. After getting up and rubbing away the night from her eyes she throws on her normal outfit of a honeydew green smock over loose fit white trousers and shirt a leather tie around her waist to keep everything up.

Then she walked into the bathroom, bare feet cold on the stone floor, and gave her faces a few splashes in the sink and put on her woven headband to keep her hair out of her face. After grabbing her study books and throwing on her shoes, hand-me downs expertly repaired by a cobbler, she head out of her house, and down the streets of the Bramblehaven District.

The girl kept a fast pace, she always preferred being early to things, especially to her tutoring group.
Which was the the building she stood in front of now. It was a relatively small building, not far from the wide and lengthy main street that borders the two districts Bramblehaven and Thrushhome. Afterwards she settled into her seat, awaiting the dozen other youth who soon arrived.

The lead tutor, dressed in an inelegant though well-kept olive button-up shirt with black trousers. The girl knew him as Mr.Law, an law-abiding and kindly man, who would never even think of breaking the law.
The girl was listening intently for her name... John... Job... "Evelien Noa?" Mr.Law called out,

"-Here!" The girl, Evelien, replied quick as a wildfire in a drought, raising her hand and poking her head up, smiling brightly. Mr.Law smiled at Evelien',s quick response, clean though mildly yellowed teeth showing. "Like always, Evelien..." He said, before continuing to ask for names, "Art Hagen? Theo Vilert? Anton Arisen?" Each name proceeded a "Here!" From the students...

...Besides Art Hagen, who never comes to class, but since his parents paid for his spot he was named during roll call. Mr.Law looked over his list of names one more time before tapping them on his pulpit to straighten them and laying them down on the wooden surface. He picked up another bundle of papers, looking down at what was most likely lesson notes, and cleared his throat.

"This morning we'll be talking about some moral lessons before we head into arithmetics..." He looked up from his papers and looked around at the class as he spoke,
"As men and women under the Emeral's rule, we have a duty and right to serve our fellow people in certain ways, like..."
Mr.Law went on seriously talking about morals and treating others how we'd like to be treated, etcetera, etcetera.

Evelien Noa wasn't fooled by Mr.Law's goody-boy facade though, he was one of her more prominent customers now after all; why else would she want to be early to class than to discuss targets and payment for her, though she preferred other terms, boss.

At the end of class, Evelien packed away her books into her bag, and with smile and sly nod to Mr.Law left out of the dainty building out onto the street- to be met by the torso of a very tall stick-like man, on top of stilt-like legs, on top of feet so large to the point of being comedic. This body was owned by a boy named Art Hagen. Evelien's smile faded.

Art slouched down, leaning way too close to Evelien for her comfort, planting a hand on the wall beside her. Art was in no way intimidating at first glance, looking like a reed waving in a river, but he used his height to his advantage to make you feel small, not to mention his ever-smug smirk.
"Hey there, Evelien. Doing anything after-classs~?" Art asked, emphasizing his 's' like a snake.

Evelien narrowed her eyes, boring metaphorical holes into Art's face,
"I don't, actually," Evelien started, Art's face betraying a bit of confusion thinking it'd be harder to convince her, but she continued;
"But I wouldn't even consider the idea of spending any time near you outside of our tutoring group, which you never attend anyway."

Art seemed to rifle through his brain for the most confident expression he could muster before replying, putting another hand on the wall on the opposite side of Evelien, blocking her off with his arms.
"I think you'll have plenty of time to consider while we walk down to the bar, eh?"
He moved from in front of her to beside her and attempted to wrap an arm around her shoulder, but grasped at empty air.
Art stumbled around clumsily as he looked in a circle to try to look for Evelien but it was as if she had vanished into the air...
...Perhaps Art will have time to reflect on his attitude in the afterlife,... Evelien thought, annoyed, as she slipped away. Not that she didn't mean it.