Emerald

The boy with green eyes.

It's not the size of the dog in the fight.

It's the size of the fight in the dog.

- Mark Twain

Sharron looked at the small slim piece of crumpled paper in her hands, smiling. Her favorite quote

She sighed and glanced up to look about the small confines of her room, which had a warm glow to it. She slipped the piece of paper Into her pocket, closed her eyes, and laid back in her bed. She waited for expected knock on her door to come, and it did. A large man with a Grey scruffy beard came in.

His features bulky and big, his shoulders, though crooked, we're wide and broad. His clothes were all black, a simple v neck, and sweat pants, and to any other person, he would seem frightening. But Sharron knew better, because behind his scratchy beard, there was a smile.

"Morning ron"

Sharron responds to the nickname he had given her with a smile.

"Morning Slade"

"Ready to get to work?"

Sharron nods, and begins to get up. Slade smiles, and leaves the room. Sharron looks around the room one last time, and follows him.

The Tavern was full of people, more than it had ever been in ages. The sounds of hearty laughter, and smell of food and drinks entered Sharron's ears and nostrils. She smiled as each person she passed greeted her with things like,
"Mornin Sharron!"
"Ah, good to see you ron!" Simple things like that.

There were the foreigners, whos' some languages she did not understand.

As she entered the counter and put on her apron, a foreigner caught her attention. He was a species she hadn't encountered before. He had large eyes, a large head, and teeth protruding from his mouth.

"Shabika Mishra etem,"

Its voice was thick, and almost garbled. Sharron frowns,

"Food?"

The foreigner nods and points to a item on the menu, Sharron looks to Slade, who nods and goes to the back. Sharron watches and turns back to the foreigner.

"We'll be right with you"

He nods and takes a seat, there suddenly a large crash. Sharron looks on and sees it's a group of men standing around a overturned table. She has seen them recently, and they had ordered plenty of alcohol. The largest man is the one who had flipped the table. The other four cowered in his anger. The man slurred and spit with each word

"YOU FILTHY RATS!! YOU WERE PLANNING THIS ALL ALONG WEREN'T YA?!?"

the youngest of the men spoke up,

"I-it's not like that b-boss," He says stuttering, " m-me and the others just thought it would be more reasonable if we got a little more than 25% of the earnings, that's a-"

"SHUTUP!"

The room was silent. Sharron clenched her fists angrily, as the large man got right in into the young man's face. His cheeks flushed, and his eyes drowsy.

"You little runt," He says quietly, "you were the one who organized all of this weren't you? You hated me from the beginning, talking to the crew about how horrible I am."

"Boss I've always respected yo-"

His words are cut off by a slap that echoes through the room, the large man roars

"YOUR LYING RUNT"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!!"

Another voice rings out, and Sharron realizes it was hers. The large man, looks over slowly.