They had left the evening bustle of the Broken Dagger with haste -- or rather, with as much haste as could be found between the two of them. One of the pair was a withered old woman, feeling along with her cane, and the other was the seamstress who led her, their arms locked at the elbow. In Gloria's free hand, the one covered by a thin, black leather, there was a foaming mug of dark ale, a payment.
When she led Grawnya to the porch's bench, whose wood was as weather and gray as the storyteller's hair, the seamstress helped her sit. "Your ale, Greatlady," the girl said, before taking her own patchwork cloak -- the thing she had convinced the hook-nosed undertaker to give to her, from a dead man's belongings -- and draping it around the elderly woman's shoulders. "I had a dream," she admitted, sitting not at Grawnya's side, but at her feet, stretching threadbare skirts over the wooden soles of her shoes. "It was a terrible one. Awful. The kind that makes you sweat hunks of molten lead, and you cannot help but feel like a prisoner and watch."
She kneaded at her dress with her palms, the bare hand working wrinkles into the already-damaged fabric, saying nothing about the matters within the dream, except for a very insistent, "My friends would not shoot crossbows at one another. That is not how they would comport themselves. It is not, Greatlady," all while worrying at a particularly dark stain near her knee. She took in a breath, reasoned with herself, and then found Grawnya's eyes with her own.
"I would like to hear the story you offered, Greatlady. If you do not mind?"
An attentive girl, one who was used to stories being told when all seemed frightening, who clamored for Grawnya's wisdom when the dream -- Catch leveling a crossbow in his long, shaking arms, grinning that grin that smiled but did not smile, shooting past her (iron and wood both screaming, moaning, like they knew they were doing something wrong), the quarrel punching through invisible armor and into Cherny's little chest -- turned her away from Jerno confidence, and toward worry.