Chapter 7
by 
kalanac
Who do you ask?
I'll ask the urchin
You walk up to the street urchin, a young man about your own age. "Where can I find the Lord's Arms?" you ask.
"Up 'is sleeves" the urchin replies with a mischievous grin. You scowl.
"Tell me where it is, I know it's somewhere in the Upper Merchant's district" you snap, impatiently.
"Deary me, the little Lord doesn't 'ave manners does 'e?" says the urchin, clearly enjoying winding you up. What do you do? You could perhaps offer to pay for his help, though that would technically be stealing money from your master. You could perhaps threaten him. You're a bit taller and more muscular than he is, you believe you could probably beat him in a fight. Or you could always give up on this stupid vagabond and ask the vendor instead.