Finale of the Opening Scene of Allure of the Gypsies:
“May I interject?” asks a naked woman. She lets go of Vile and shakes his sweat from her palm. Her bare skin is a chaotic swirl of black and white. Her light green hair is pleated and runs down to her knees.
“Feel free, Yola Biggs. It is not my place to deny the Goddess of Chaos,” Vile replies. He shakes his hand, which has gone numb from the woman’s cold touch.
“I must be brief,” Yola whispers, scanning the carnage around them. “The other gods might find me and take me to be sealed. The punishment for breaking the law of influence is harsh. So, I must be brief.” She stands and smiles before the halfling, who waits for her to continue speaking.
“And?” he finally inquires.
“And what?”
“Why will you not let me kill the boy?”
“I already told you.”
“You said you would have to be brief.”
“I was brief.”
“My apologies, Queen of Chaos,” Vile says in mock politeness. “Your . . . beauty distracted me. Could you please explain it to me again?”
“Well, I do have that effect on you,” Yola claims with a flirty flip of her hair. “You must not kill this boy. He is very skilled for a mortal of his age, which is why our master believes he is one of the chosen champions. We must take this boy alive and study him. To this end, I have been sent to escort the captive back to our master.”
“I see. Then, he is all yours,” agrees Vile, sheathing his blade. “Do I have any other orders?”
“You are to remain here in the area and continue killing the gypsies until all of them are dead. We have taken all that we need from these nomads, but we do not want them interfering with our plans,” Yola replies, easily hoisting Kayn over her shoulder. “Nyder and the others will be arriving in an hour to discuss our next set of actions against the Callindor and Nyx. Those two weigh heavily on our master’s mind.”
“I understand,” Vile says with a firm salute.
Yola beams a sweet and sour smile at Vile. The halfling blinks and the goddess is gone without a trace. He takes a deep breath and pulls out a glowing sling as he wanders toward the delicious screams of the dying gypsies.




