Role

Chapter 4

As a few days had passed, Araristara sat in a guest room quiet and to
herself. All she had with her was the few clothing which she had been able to
gather before the proprietor came in like a raging storm. In truth,
Araristars mother owned very little even though she lived a life of wealth.
Araristara soon learned that everything which she thought her mother owned
had been given to her when she asked, and well those patrons now saw fit to
retrieve their property.

How was Araristara to survive this? Her little kingdom was crumbling around
her and she did not wish to end up like her mother. She had grown too
accustom to the lavish and wealthy lifestyle and all she knew was that she
wanted to continue to live as such! But here she was a young girl, told that
her mother had left her practically nothing even though she was world renown
as a courtesan.

As she played that evening over and over in her head, she soon began to work
out a solution to her problems. It was thought that the young lord whom had
been her mothers last companion was the very one whom she bumped into on the
stairs that evening. At least that is what everyone believed as he was the
last one to be seen with her. Araristara took her case and the crime to the
governing Tribunals of Hamsah to have them take over the case. Araristara
believed that if she could at least get the young lord to be convicted as a
criminal for the act, she would at least receive some sort of compensation
from him. Yet as the Tribunals listened to her case, they simply told her
that she did not have any witnesses to the crime and that her mother should
have known the risk involved in her line of work.

The nerve and gall these Tribunals had! They dared to tell her no?? Going
into a temper tantrum, they simply escorted her out of the building as she
raged on and on. Demanding justice for her mother and more importantly
herself! Rolling their eyes, they slammed the door in young Araristaras face,
causing her to fall backwards into a mud puddle.

Left with nothing else, a second scream of rage pierced the calm quiet
matching that of the night her mother died.