Tri rolled his eyes at Evelyn's stubbornness, but it was with a smile. He wasn't annoyed by the woman's insistence that he didn't help her. In fact, it was a trait that he could admire. Her selfless behavior was rarely seen amongst people of such high class. "Very well. As you wish, Evelyn." He told her softly, kneeling. "I have a letter to go write. For a healer, handling some operations on the Connlaothian border. Something about assisting the wounded mages coming back from the battlefield. I'm sure she wouldn't mind taking a trip here to come and check you out. Make sure nothing's too seriously injured. Besides... I'm sure finding work out here is a lot safer than being so close to a warzone."
With that, he stood, walking from the room and leaving her in peace. As he walked down the long hallway from her room, he instinctively kept a tight grip on his sword hilt. He had played with fire just moments ago, and only time would tell when Na'hana would be sending someone to deal with him. It wasn't something too nerve-racking, but it was still an intimidating thought nonetheless. He searched around for Evelyn's study, or anywhere he could sit down and write his letter, trying to forget about Na'hana for a moment and worry about getting Neyan out here to work her magic. ... Literally.
Once he found what he presumed to be her study, he was in awe. Much like the library, there was a shelf full of books, a fireplace with a rocking chair... Elegant Essyrni tapestries covering the walls, oh... And a desk with an ink well, a quill, and a clean sheet of paper sitting next to an unlit candle. She wouldn't mind if he used this little setup just for the moment, would she? He hoped not. Sitting in the chair, he lit the candle with a match before waving it through the air to extinguish the tiny flame. He dabbed the white quill in the pitch-black ink, pressing it down onto the paper as he began to write his letter. Tri's handwriting wasn't the best, but it was at least readable. In his mind, that was good enough. It wasn't like he was writing to a king, right?
Once he finished, he walked outside of Evelyn's home, placing the letter in a tiny box right by the door. If Tri was correct, a courier would be there to pick it up and deliver it later on. Until then, he needed to find something to do. What better than train? It's what he usually did when there was nothing else to do. Walking to her backyard, he unsheathed his sword from its scabbard before beginning to practice his stances and techniques.
Hours passed, and it was eventually dawn, the sky a bright pink as the sun ascended over the sandy dunes. Tri had been out for hours, still performing advanced dodges and movements, spinning his sword around expertly as day approached quickly. No sound could be heard at all besides him and the crickets. That was... Until he heard a crack behind him in one of the bushes. Stopping everything, he turned sharply and narrowed his eyes at the sound. Sword still at the ready, he approached the bush with heavy caution. He reached his hand out, pushing the branches to the side to see what it was that had made the sound.
Out of nowhere, a man dove out of the bush at him, wearing a thin, black tunic and headwrap, wielding a deadly, curved dagger. As he jumped out at Tri, he gave a loud battle-cry, Tri ducking while tossing him over his head. The attacker landed on his back with a 'thud,' grunting in slight pain as he stood once more, the attacker raced back at Tri, dagger pulled back as he aimed for a second strike. Tri parried the dagger, thrusting his sword at his abdomen, which was side-stepped skillfully. The two stood at a standstill, the attacker chuckling as he removed his headwrap. Behind the fabric was a weasel-like face with a goatee and golden-brown skin, his teeth crooked and half-rotten. Tri at first thought this guy to be one of Na'hana's men, but as soon as his face was revealed, Tri's eyes widened.
This man was one of the ones from the caravan of thieves... The same caravan that took his precious scroll. "My boss informed me that the little rat we took that fancy scroll from was in Essyrn... You're either really brave, or really stupid." He said, grinning. More men dressed exactly alike appeared from the darkness. "I want what belongs to me, thief. No amount of intimidation is going to scare me out of getting it back." Tri replied with a snarl, hands tightening around the hilt at the sight of reinforcements. "Well, then I regret to inform you that your scroll is gone. We sold it to a fella named Na'hana for quite a bargain as soon as we arrived back in the country. And what do you know? We received intel that earlier today, a bastard with red arms and red hair roughed him up! It all comes full-circle, doesn't it?" All the thieves chuckled.
Tri was boiling. Now he had a reason to go after Na'hana first, instead of the other way around. But there was a good chance that he wouldn't get to do that, seeing how the odds were stacked against him here. "I'll kill Na'hana and get that scroll back. But first, I'm gonna kill you." Tri proclaimed. The man hissed. "Bring it on, foreigner!" With this, Tri let out a shout as he charged at him, all the other thieves diving in as well.