The village was in a real mess. Aria presumed it wasn't always this way, but it was becoming quite clear that it was not meant to hold as much of the country's population as it currently was. On one hand, she didn't stick out like a sore thumb, at least not from being a foreigner. On the other hand, with tensions rising between the locals and the refugees, she knew she had to keep her distance from most people. Unfortunately, she was unable to make her way freely into the deeper parts of the city, given that she was on some probationary period of review or something. It was all nonsense, but nonsense that she had gone through many times before.
Standing in the shade of a nearby shop, Aria took the time to observe the locals, try to figure out more about the village and its people. Garbed in a loosely fitting set of what looked to be white sheets wrapped over and across her body, she stood out more than she cared too, but thankfully not enough to have aroused the attention of the heated situation that was arising not a dozen paces from her. As far as she could tell, the taller woman who had her hand around the plump man's throat was the owner of the shop and she was displeased about him allegedly stealing and eating some of her wares.
"Cough it out or cough it up!" The taller shopkeeper yelled, as the man tried to squirm from her grip. He weighed likely twice she did, but her grip held tightly enough on him as to nearly make him blue in the face. "I know you pinched some of the pills and shoved it down your blubbery throat, and don't give me any crap about being poor. One look at you and I can tell you either aien't poor or you aien't got sense." Aria had no idea what she was referring to, but she likely was referring to nutrient pills that shinobi sometimes brought along with them on longer missions, an expensive and heaven sent blessing for any of the hungry refugees.
The man gripped at her hands, pulling on them just hard enough as to allow himself a breath. "I didn't take," he took another gasping breath as she tried to pin his neck harder against the outer wall of his show. "I didn't take nothing!" Despite his girth, he looked ragged and somehow malnourished. It was evident that he was part of the refugee crowd that had been forced out of their opulence elsewhere in the country and into the relative safety of the village. Seeing that he wasn't getting out of her grip, he let his right hand go away from his throat as he began to fish around desperately at his waist for a knife he had tucked in there somewhere.
Standing in the shade of a nearby shop, Aria took the time to observe the locals, try to figure out more about the village and its people. Garbed in a loosely fitting set of what looked to be white sheets wrapped over and across her body, she stood out more than she cared too, but thankfully not enough to have aroused the attention of the heated situation that was arising not a dozen paces from her. As far as she could tell, the taller woman who had her hand around the plump man's throat was the owner of the shop and she was displeased about him allegedly stealing and eating some of her wares.
"Cough it out or cough it up!" The taller shopkeeper yelled, as the man tried to squirm from her grip. He weighed likely twice she did, but her grip held tightly enough on him as to nearly make him blue in the face. "I know you pinched some of the pills and shoved it down your blubbery throat, and don't give me any crap about being poor. One look at you and I can tell you either aien't poor or you aien't got sense." Aria had no idea what she was referring to, but she likely was referring to nutrient pills that shinobi sometimes brought along with them on longer missions, an expensive and heaven sent blessing for any of the hungry refugees.
The man gripped at her hands, pulling on them just hard enough as to allow himself a breath. "I didn't take," he took another gasping breath as she tried to pin his neck harder against the outer wall of his show. "I didn't take nothing!" Despite his girth, he looked ragged and somehow malnourished. It was evident that he was part of the refugee crowd that had been forced out of their opulence elsewhere in the country and into the relative safety of the village. Seeing that he wasn't getting out of her grip, he let his right hand go away from his throat as he began to fish around desperately at his waist for a knife he had tucked in there somewhere.