"Hoi! Stranger! Yer not ‘lowed on th’ streets! Past curr-few! Identify yerself!"
The stranger slowly turned and lowered the hood covering their head … and both Cheska and Magda were surprised to see the stranger bore a vulpine face — covered in white and butterscotch fur and framed with caramel-brown locks.
Turning, they faced the dogwatch and his ruffians, the creak of leather and the soft tingle of metal sounded, filtered by the soft cloth mantle covering their body. “Who, might this one ask, has the authority to address ME in such a manner?”
The dogwatch commander made a warding gesture with one hand, sputtering as he tried to disprove the vision in front of him. “Gorlummey! A demon!” He cast about for his fellows, who were just as stunned as he was. “Draw swords, yew lot!”
The next thing both Cheska and Magda expected was this creature to either charge, run, or begin casting spells against the slovenly guardmaster and his crew. The last thing they expected was the short, soft bark of laughter that preceded the next thing the stranger said:
"I am Ukemochi Raikou. Daughter of the Lord Raikou of the Six-Strokes Lightning Clan … I am tired, hungry, and I have been traveling for nearly four leagues without pause!" She shifted her arm, making the lamplight flicker off of the polished surface of her square shield. "I am no dog to be kicked, nor harried by the likes of scum like you! Ware, for before my Lady — the Goddess of the Dawn — should you provoke me further I will cut you down like so much chaff and grass!" She thumbed the hilt of the longsword tucked into her sash, and both gnome and halfling could sense the nearness of her wrath about to be unleashed.
Magda and Cheska both eyed Ukemochi and the dogwatch captain. “So,” Cheska whispered to her wife, “who’s gonna blink first?”