The dancer on stage twisted and turned with all the ambition of leper begging for a cure, and Ravik Ports ignored the sweaty whore. It was not that he had no love for the female form, he merely lost interest in coin lasses years ago. At least the low rent sort he could afford. He was here take inventory of what the street vendors were peddling these days and what the mark up maybe. Everyone was paying extra for Paladinson, and Ravik ports was curious how much extra that might be effecting this particular market. Knowing the going rates for stimulants like Haunspeir and Kammarth in a place like the Three Pearls would be a good indication of the general health of the unhealthy market.It did not take long to find what he wanted, if anything it took longer to gather up Malik yn Nadim el Pashar and get him out the door. The men of Sands and Silk seemed to have a soft spot for pleasure dens, but not so much it ever made them less then professional.
Together the pair found the cold night air as bracing as it was refreshing compared to the foul smelling warmth of the would be pleasure den. They had only made it a few doors south of the Three Pearls before Malik uttered through his wide smile what sounded as much like a jovial confession as it did a shared joke in his accent so thick it rivaled width of a Watchman's ass.
"They took my last twenty coins, effendi!"
"The Dancer or the Dealer?"
"Neither! I gave to neither yet my once humble purse is now most flaccid."
"What do you say we find the bastard who lifted your coins and take them back?"
"Yes Mameluk Ravik, I would like that very much."
Turning North the pair started back towards the Three Pearls where they found the Plague Rat Bastard trying to hide behind some refuse piled up against the corner where two ran down over crowded dockward tenements emptied out their chamber pots and kitchen waste. From the look of the plague rat, very little of his hiding place was made of kitchen waste, and for as foul as things were for him, they were about to get worse. With an overhand throw Ravik Ports let fly a tightly packed sack of choking powder that hit the Plague Rat square in his pox marked face, while with a backwards flickering of his wrist Malik of the Mad Sands uncoiled his whip.
What followed was an inglorious end to pox scarred disease spreading cur while he staggered about choking and blind, as Malik the Merciless flayed the flesh from his pus filled bones with one ruthless crack of the whip after another. Standing over the corpse after the choking powder dissipated the pair were disgusted, although not to disgusted to claim back what coins from Malik had been stolen as well as the rest of the dead Rat's evening earnings.