Scarlet Evercrown (Jane Gardener)

Courtesan of the Thirsty Boar

Scarlet is the most popular of the wenches who work upstairs at the Thirsty Boar, which straddles the Royal citadel of Sparrowe. Being so close to the castle proper, the patronage of the Thirsty Boar are well-to-do ambitious but middle-class clergy, officials, craftsman and household staff.

Blonde and blue-eyed, Scarlet appears downstairs on busy nights without notice or explanation of where she has been. Scarlet’s schedule is a mystery to all, much to the chagrin of the owner of Thirsty Boar, Roghan. Who knows when she will appear, if at all, or why.

Tonight we watch as this lucky man who, upon leaving her heaving bosom swears in his heart of hearts — her parting kiss still warm on his cheek at the door shuts ~THUNK~— that he knows her true heart and soul. Only minutes before sweet departure he asked, panting with the effort of speech while doggedly thrusting, “Don’t you love me?”. Scarlet with her ocean blue eyes wide open breathes, “With every part of me,” and only we see in her mind the pile of gowns stashed under the bed, needing to be scrubbed and hung to dry, the cat who will appear at the window come midnight crying for a sliver of mackerel and she ran out last night and while the man bellows with escatic agony, Scarlet thinks, “I must finish my letter to my mother tonight if I intend on replying before the winter frost.”

As he gathers his pants about his waist, the man speaks again, “Such good fortune to meet with you tonight, for I have come to look forward to seeing you,” and Scarlett smiles sweetly as she replies, “As do I, my love,” and expertly pockets the heavy purse while gifting one chaste kiss to his cheek. “Until I hold you again.”

Jane shuts the door behind her with a short exhale and sets about finding some mackerel. Carpenter to clergy, they are all the same. She knows what they need and grants it gladly. The parts they desire remain unseen and untouched. The coin purse sits heavy in her bodice.