The Promise

[LostSoul]

Chain jingled, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, it actually had a sheath this time as Godfrey made his way through the crowd, more used to city folk. He still preferred the country, particularly his village. A lot of the other villages he visited were either starving...or something was wrong with them, but at least they made more sense then city folk.

He chuckled at the thought, his thick leather boots walking confidently on the ground, his spare hand adjusting the shield on his back, a simple banded wooden one that hide his bag as well. He was so proud of himself when he could finally afford some armor, allowed him to take better paying gear (he could even send money home! Heard the farm was beginning to prosper because of it).

However, new jobs also meant more dangerous ones, his smile faded, remembered some of the horrors he faced, such as escaping a sea dragon, a troll, even a were crocodile. He even ran into evil wizards that raised the dead, tried to roast him alive, or freeze him solid. His eyes glazed over before smiling, but the end was all worth it. The smiles of the people he saved, the smiles that there families were safe. It made him feel like he was doing good, he thought praises for the bards meant he was doing great, but it made him feel better when he knew that he saved someone, that he fought something evil, that he made the world a better place. Small things yes?


He looked about, smiling, the city hadn't changed much, still the same as he remembered it, except he wasn't hungry this time, in fact, he was stronger, faster, more experienced. He even travelled the world, so many different people...though, he was starting to have a suspicion that the general preference for maidens was skinny, like, even that one noble woman. He understands different areas have different cultures and beliefs, sure. But not a single well fed princess?! The gods must hate him or his entire village were the weird ones for such beliefs. He shook his head, one day, one day, but now was not the time for complaint. He had a promise to keep.


He entered into a tavern, the first tavern he visited outside of his hometown, He ordered the exact same thing he got last time...brought some memories, he even went to sit on the exact same (well, this barrel was brand new, beside the point) barrel to have his lunch. Besides his promise...its been a year since he's seen his family, he missed them, he wondered if he would need to buy more clothes for his mom? If the farm is doing better, she's going to get bigger. He scratched his chin in thought, he also wondered how his friends were, most were still looking to be farmers or guards.


The second thing that brought him back was magic, he needed to learn more about it...maybe ask the priestess of his village, she may know something, it would be nice to learn magic that came from his goddess, Yalthnea, or at least ways to protect himself from fireball or dragon breath. He was tired of running with his head cut off when the evil mage is trying to suck his soul out.

He shuddered at the memory, a hand going on top of his, that...that was something he wished no one else had to face.

He finished his lunch, standing up. Now, he had a Missendria to find, and he was going to keep his promise. He started to move, starting with an alley way, staying close to streets and richer areas. He was sure to pop up if she was still working for that robber baron...he hoped he remembered what she looked like still. He smiled at her memory, still one of the nicest people he found. His smile faded as he pretended to look over a stall, he would save her and keep his promise. This would truly be his first quest, and hopefully, just maybe, she would agree to travel with him, and he would finally have a travelling companion, however, that did not matter. First, he had to help her from her serfdom, and then she could decide what she wanted. The heroic path was hard and lonely, he sometimes regretted it, but he wanted to see that smile, his parents  smiles, to know he did right. By Yalthnea, he was going to do it right.


The city was much the same, it was mid-day the market bustling, people in pretty colors moving about, the only one who stood out from the guards was a lone, broad, brawny warrior in chain, looking over some some expensive looking sheaths and supposed magical cloaks. Too the trained eye though, it seemed he was looking for something else. Thankfully, no one remembered what he looked like either that day that he broke out, or perhaps it would be a different story all together right now.

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Life had resumed as normal for Missendria. She'd get her mark, a letter of what to do and the time frame she had to finish it.  There was no ultimatum, but it was implied, and she rather liked her fingers and toes as they were. Strangely enough, she was only asked to pick pockets,  or steal items from those who seemed mildly with any wealth or power. Sure, it was still stealing and breaking the law, but as far as the types of jobs she was assigned, she was pretty lucky.

Picking pockets was easy enough, but there were certain artifacts her 'master' was after. She supposed whatever it was she was retrieving helped with that, and in turn got her just a little bit closer to freedom. In fact the past message even came with an update of her debt...

Which made her all the more soured of things. Supposedly, the debt came with an exorbitant amount of interest. She would be dead before it was ever paid. When she.. inquired about how to make.. more money towards her debt, she was handed a simple envelope with just one verbal instructions - she couldn't go back to pick pocketing once she took this job.

For most of the night she had paced, contemplating opening the letter to see what the job was. Another part of her screamed to return it.  If she opened it she knew she was making a deeper deal with the devil....

It was well past midnight when she opened the letter in a rush and read it against dying candle light. As she did so, a hand rested over her lips before she looked away, dropping away her hand as she shook her head.

"You have got to be kidding me."

She crumpled the letter within her hand and was about to burn it when she stopped herself and looked away , the candles flame dancing wildly.  The she looked at the paper, reopened it slowly and read it again.

How was she supposed to accomplish this. She stared over at the darkened window and found herself doing this for another good hour before she sighed and stuffed the crumpled paper into her pocket.

"Oh, Kia's will, I'm already damned!"
She blew out the candle and everything went dark.


The next morning an Essryni merchant princess was being paraded through town. It caused quite the commotion, many people running to the streets to get a chance to look at the exotic entourage and the beautiful merchant princess it held.

Lady Ne'friss'ati Anep'sheht Be'ahnest was everything the stories claimed Essryni wealth and beauty were, painted and decked out in gold and jewels from head to toe, her elaborate menagerie of animals and servants rolled in a fanfare consuming most of the bustling Street.

From the shadows of a nearby building, a dark cloaked figure watched the procession intensely. Although if there was any doubts who her mark was... those doubts were quickly cast out the window.

"And I thought Serenians could be pompous."

As the parade moved past, she slowly began to follow,  winding her way through the sea of people and keeping her hood hung tightly over her head. She felt ridiculous in her clothing, a simple,  dark pair of trousers and a heavy wool cloak to cover her top. She wasn't exactly still welcome openly on these streets anymore, but dressed as a man, most would be non the wiser.

As she neared the servant carried 'carriage' of this Lady Ne'friss, she was quick to study her,  searching for what was described in the letter. And then she saw it.

Now she just needed her chance.

Missendria hung back, trying to think about her timing.  She had to get it before the damn merchant princess got to her manor. And as she began to realize the direction of the processional,  she cursed under her breath.

Elricht manor- the merchant princess was almost there!

She had to act fast. Slipped a hand beneath her cloak, she grabbed a.bottle and hesitated briefly before muttering to herself, "Kia, look the other way."

Then she hurled the bottle and it crashed with a shatter and soon purplish smoke filled the streets. Chaos ensued and she took advantage of it. She didn't have time to second guess herself as she slipped through the smoke and slipped past the servants and blindly found her way towards the princess. She used a small charm on her bracelet to fan the smoke away from where she stood, and it revealed the princess was bent over and coughing just before her.

Her heart was in her throat as she wasted no time in throwing herself at the princess and snatched onto the necklace upon her throat and yanked it clean off her neck.

By then, the merchants fan bearers were working diligently to clear the smoke and Lady Ne'friss saw exactly what the cloaked figure had done.

"Shit."

The lady pointed. "Thief!" She exclaimed. "Thief! Theif!"

Thankfully the smoke was still lingering and although the confusion remained,  she wasn't free from it as she turned tail to run and had barely gotten off the streets where she ran head long into a city guard.

He drew his blade. Her eyes widened.
"Oh no.."
Whirling around on her heels, she wanted to escape, but a wall of people unfortunately had pressed her way in the chaos and the guard was upon her, roughly pulling her to him  as he held a blade to her throat.

"You're not going anywhere, thief."

[LostSoul]

Despite his fake searching through the market, there was certainly interesting things. Such as supposed magical cloaks, dwarven forged swords, cold iron swords...he was tempted to get that, iron tended to be painful to his folk, maybe help deal with all of those mages, rarity here when most were made of steel.


After a while, he seriously started to inspect some things, keeping an eye out. He wasn't suspecting to catch her the first day, oh no, but she had to come here eventually, market street had a lot of things to steal. The supposed thief would HAVE to pop up eventually if he kept his eyes out.

He was looking at some good cotton, maybe get some good clothing made for himself, his was starting to look patch work. Thats when he heard tell of a princess. His head immediately snapped over to the shouter, a child like grin. An actual princess?! Not a noble, but an actual princess?! He giggled like a child about to meet his favorite Disney character, he left the cotton he was looking at there with a nod and a few compliments before practically running off to take a look.

The crowds were thick, he took a few moments to push to a spot where he could see, she was coming. This was it, finally someone blessed by his goddess to be almost as large and fat as her an-such disappointment. Thin just like the rest, but he smiled anyway. This was a literal princess that he's getting to stand in front of, not some petty noble that pretended (Though, a few were quite nice), and she was beautiful AND from another country. His grin stayed before screams and smoke began to fill the place, uh oh. He backed up slightly to get better view, his smile fading as his things got suddenly serious. His hand unconsciously going to his sword hilt as he fought to get a better view of the outside of the smoke.


Now, he could of ran in, however, the princess surely has her own guards and servants, however, who ever made the smoke would have to run out. He scowled at the crowd as he went into a building, going up the stairs to find the occupants looking out the railing, rambling. He tapped them on the shoulder to get a better look as an old woman scowled and hit him on the shin.

"What are you doing you preposterous young man?" the old woman scolded. He smiled sheepishly before answering  as he gently fought for a better view.


"Just a man looking for the person who popped them smoke miss, sorry, just having a wee bit of a peek." he said before someone got smart and decided to attack him with a frying pan...which to be fair, he did barge in.


Thats when he saw someone cloaked, just barely, just barely pop out from the side, he only caught the end of the cloak. He grinned with a boisterous laugh before slapping some more man on the back, making him spill his drink onto a merchant below who screamed being soaked in beer. He ran down the stairs, then into the alley ways. He had gotten better at navigating them, it seemed most scoundrels liked the places, like a maze, narrow, easy to hide.


He ran around a bit before turning around to be a little ways to be in front of the guard and the mysterious person. He walked forward confidently , hand on his hilt, waving

"Lo, adventurer, want me to take her for ya Mr while ya check on the princess? I was watchin from them side rails above, only saw one pop out but could of been others sir." he says with a salute and country boy grin. Standing at attention like he would a guard. He's sure he wouldn't get credit, but he would be happy to help out. His eyes glanced at the cloaked figure as he got closer, it was hard to peer underneath the hood. But his eyes widened as he saw just the mouth and lips. He remembered those...Missendria? He hoped not, if it was, this was much MUCH deeper trouble then last time, MUCH. His face turned serious out of worry as he watched the figure then back to the guard, who knew what he would do.

Only thing he knew if this didn't work, he was going to pull a fast one, little lady owed him a steak before she was executed...not that he would let that happen.

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She didn't go into this without a plan. The business was too risky,  and she wasn't about to die over it if she could help it. She had to get creative, and needed a distraction...
One that a sudden knight or whoever it was (she couldn't see past her hood) had provided. She ducked suddenly from the sword and elbowed the guard hard in the gut, turning swiftly on her heels and dropping another smoke bomb in her wake.

Her escape was becoming pricy. Those smokes were not cheap to make.And the moment she was free of the guard, she was leaping through the smoke and into the alley,  running and stumbling fast as she could.  She did not want to hang today,  and paused only briefly to be sure she wasn't being followed before slipping inside an old abandoned building.

[LostSoul]

As he stood there waiting, his eyes went wide, oh no, he dove after her, getting a fist full of smoke instead, but he did see where the person fled...directional wise, and started to run. Maybe this wasn't Missendria and some other thief...huh, oh well, best to catch the would be thief or assassin, starting to think thief, would of just killed the guard, and turn them in. He exited the smoke, eyes squinted as he saw a flap of cloak and ran after it.


For a man in chainmail, he was quite fast, and more importantly starting to get used to running in alley ways. The quick jingle of chain and stomp of boot upon cobble was starting to catch up as Godfrey ran at full speed, making turns left and right. He must of lost them as he stopped in a clearing too a skidding halt, last place, which means either abandoned building...or kept running. He looked about, eyes wide still, turning left and right. At this point, he might as well gave himself the abandoned building option.

He swallowed some panic before beginning to speak

"Alright sticky fingers, ya best come on and turn yar-self in, make things easier on yar-self." he said as confidently as he could. Though, this was to favor him more as he carefully listened for movement and kept eyes out for a cloak while smiling lazily as he could when he was freaking out that he in fact lost his quarry. Hopefully he spooked his prey, he started to wonder what sort of tale would be told about his success here...if he found the person. He let thoughts such of that keep panic at bay as he caught his wind again with deep slow breaths.

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She has tucked herself into the back of the somewhat familiar building. Oh.. she had taken refuge here before. And with a certain Farm boy last time she was running from the law. Or rather, someone was running her from it. She had been carried off like a sack of potatoes.

Then she tensed when she heard a voice outside. As if! She knew this tactic and wasn't about to fall for it. But that also meant she had to either choose a really good hiding spot inside or continue to flee and hopefully not get noticed.

That's when she spotted a Sewer grate in the corner.  She rushed over to it and grunted with effort, the iron grate was damn heavy , but not immobile. Once it was clear enough, she spared a glance back at the entrance before disappearing into the world below.

She did her best to pull the cover back over, but it was harder to move at that angle so it was sloppy at best. Either way, she needed to keep moving and climbed down the ladder  until she was able to drop down carefully to the floors below.

[LostSoul]

Waited for a little bit, he heard nothing. Damn, He bit his cheek as he looked at the buildings...then he spotted one that looked familiar...was it the one they hid in before? Maybe? Who knows, but a good place to start. He went through, looking about, he was taking his time for a moment. Who knew where the culprit could of went, but haste makes waste, and he already waited long enough, might as well wait a little bit more to make things good.

He started to explore the building chain jingling as he moved at an even pace, it was dark, yet again most thieves liked the dark, he understood why himself on several occasions while hunting. In some ways, this was just another hunt. Thats when he kicked something hard, he looked down, a grate?

He grinned, ah! That is how his mouse fled, he went to pick it up, a heavy grate, but not as heavy as the boulders that he had to move to save that trapped child due to a mountain ogre raid. He moved it with a quick grunt and looked down, eyes going wide, he was incredibly surprised to see the figure on the ladder.

Obviously, speech has not worked so he tossed the grate too the side and got on the ladder, however, he had learnt a trick. You see, he had gloves on, which means if he did it right, he could technically slide.

He grinned, he was catching up! He went to slide, going down quickly before he caught his fingers as he yelped, ow ow ow.

After a quick wince he started to make his down normally, tears in his eyes from the pain, horrible mistake, terrible mistake,  now he can't even see. Hopefully the cloak was slow enough for him to wipe his eyes so he could see where it ran. Cause by god, his poor fingers!

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She was almost at the bottom when the guard found her and made chase. Shit!
Once at the bottom, she turned tail and ran like hell. She had no idea just where these sewers went and like hell she'd simply let herself be caught.

She was cursing the straight hallway as it narrowed, forcing her to crouch down as she continued, when finally the path split and she took the high ground,  climbing up another small ladder through some sludgey slime, where she nearly slipped at the top before regaining her purchase before she pulled herself up and onto the upper level Sewer.
She spared a glance back,  saw she was still pursued and ran like helldown the next long hall of sewers.

[LostSoul]

He sniffed back some tears as he finally hit the ground, looking about as he quickly wiped his eyes. Mistakes were made that day as he sniffed and had immediate regrets as he looked the wrong way first, then the right way.

"Shit." he said as she started to run again. Thank the goodness it was a straight hallway, oh sea dragons. instead of ducking he slid part of the way then rolled, then crouched to try and gain some speed, almost getting stuck for his theatrics.

Once out of the tunnel he made his way through more sludge, his poor armor! How badly would it smell? How much cleaning, he mentally sighed. Yet another reason to dislike cities, sewers. At least there wasn't rat people down here trying to sacrifice pigs to some rat god.

He went up the ladder, took a breath, found the mouse, and started chasing again. If this kept up, he was tempted to make a pot shot at the runners leg. Running in chain vs in clothing put him at a disadvantage...nor did he know the streets that well. He mulled it over, he would give it another minute or two. Then try the bow trick, first patience though.

He took a deep breath and ran harder, he really didn't want to shoot the person, so might as well try as hard as he could for now before he was forced to take pot shots at legs.

His feet thundered as he forced himself to attempt to catch up, if only he had a little bit more range to tackle the person. Just need to get closer...or wasn't as fast, this chase probably would of been over.

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Damn this guard! She just couldn't shake him. But a light at the end of the tunnel gave hope.  Her lungs were burning as she ran faster through the sludge nearly slipping as she grabbed onto the next set of ladder rungs and climbed, slipping once with a curse before managing to reach the top.
The damn grate was heavy and it took a few good pushes before it finally clamored open. She let out a sound of raw elation and began to pull herself through, the grate barely giving her space to wriggle through. Her heart was hammering inside her ears, knowing the damn Sewer guard was hot on her heels.

Once she was free of the sewers she paused a moment to see where she was- and nearly vomited. She was in a damn chamber room, one with a permanent installation of chamber pots that empty to the sewers below. And she was not alone as the 'seat' beside her was occupied.

And of course it was occupied by a damn guard!

"For Kia's sake!" She spat, covering up her nose before she dashed away from the chamber pots and made a go for the exit. Only to nearly smash into the back side of another guard! She barely had the chance the stumble away from him when she full body ran into something else.

[LostSoul]

Godfrey kept running, unlike his quarry, he did slip, tumbling as he scrambled too his feet and went up the ladder to see a very shocked guard, doing a number 2. He smiled and sheepishly waved as he climbed out. This was utterly disgusting, the person he was chasing must of been really really desperate, or just as disgusting. He no longer cared. He smelled, most likely like a pig pen. He sighed mentally. He wasn't angry, just sad. He excited the chamber pots and his jaw dropped.


This was the house of the late eccentric Lord Ribbe, a collector of enchanted objects. He passed away recently without heir. So the guards were taking his items as confiscated by the city to be put to use. Chief and favorite amongst his collection was a 10 foot tall gorilla statue. However, this gorilla statue was a magma elemental warrior that was put to sleep permanently by the late lord to serve as a statue.

Sadly, the magic was fading since the lord came to an unexpected passing, unbeknownst to the guards trying to move the statue in the hall way. That was until some cloaked figure bounced off the door guard sending him  to stumble then into the statue which woke up, eyes blazing as it looked around, enraged, lava spurted from its back as it smashed at a guard. It was not happy, at all.

There was sudden screaming as Godfrey scared and guards started to freak out. Now this was just ridiuclous, and another reason why he needed magic, like, how was he supposed to deal with THAT! He decided he should not and looked around for his mark, and found the cloaked figure...right next to the flaming rock gorilla. It almost sent him to tears as he ran straight ahead, barely ducking under a glob of lava which engulfed a poor guard, silencing the scream. He rolled, went to tackle the cloaked one, then, like a sack of wheat, run for the front door before they ended up dying by fire...or magma...or gorilla.

Meanwhile, the wooden mansion was suddenly on fire, all the fine silk tapestries were burning, globs of cooling rock all about, and an angry magma gorilla smashing the guards who were desperately trying to handle the situation until a mage got there, along with the chaos caused by some thief with a princess. Truely, this was not the guard forces finest hour.

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When the roaring raw heat of a damn fiery gorilla statue came suddenly to life in a rage, she had all but lost it.

'You have got to be kidding me!'

The heat was do intense that she had to shield herself when the animal lunged itself and was attacking the nearest guard. The guard was gobbled up into absolute nothing by the immense heat of the lava. She barely had a chance to react when the wind was knocked out of her and she found herself tossed over a shoulder like a sack of wheat.

She couldn't even find her breath to scream when the chamberhouse walls began to collapse- the unfortunate last thing she would see before a thick wooden beam crashed upon her head and knocked her out into nothing.

[LostSoul]

Godfrey was baking, or more, the sewage on him was baking, like, getting really,  really hot. He was practically steaming. In fact, it may have been the sewage that saved him to keep him cool. He saw walls buckle and heave from the heat, the roar of the gorilla. The beam falling on him-THE BEAM FALLING ON HIM! He dodged to the right, smirking,  before  he noticed it clipped his charge. Aw shit, hopefully the cloak was still alive.


He then leaped from the building as a great explosion of fire rang out as the building collapsed sending a shockwave of smoke and ash across the place. People were screaming outside, coughing, yells of guards, the heavy boots of metal. It was crazy. He himself was coughing and gasping from air. He used his body as a shield for the fellow...bastard, getting him covered in sewage and even shite...or used too before it was baked off Sniff or on, most certainly on.

He gagged before scowling and pulling the cowl back now lets see who thi-oh the gods blessed him, or hate him, either one. It was Missendria. He stared in shock, it really was her, when did she go mad and decide to rob a princess?! Damn robber barons. He blinked before checking to make sure she was still  breathing. Now a lot more concerned, this wasn't just a thief, but his favorite thief.

He sighed in relief that she was, barely though with this smoke. He picked her up, removing her cloak, don't want people to identify her, tossing it to the side as he entered an ally way. His brain scrambled , was she still wanted here? What should he do? He didn't even know where she lived, does he take her to an inn? Take her out of the city? She probably needed out, especially now, but she may not be in the best condition for that.

He walked an alley way, mind blazing before setting her down gently as he could, going into his sack and rummaging about for his own travel cloak, carefully fitting that about her. Best he was going to do for now to hide her face.

Nodding, he picked her back up, adjusting the position to something more comfortable for her compared to over the shoulder, and started to make his way. Right, if a princess had items stolen, what would happen to the city? Lock down until someone was found would be smart...actually, thats probably whats going to happen, as this was now a diplomatic incident. He groaned, at least his time with backstabbing nobles within that one city left him a wee bit wiser.


He turned into a small inn, just a couple of streets down from the fire. Some people were still recovering from the incident that were outside here. He walked up to the counter confidently, slapping down a couple of coins.

"Room, my lady needs rest for recovery, and a couple pails of water." he said, bluntly but politely as he put down a couple of extra for service and for the inn man himself. He did bodyguard work a wee bit...it didn't go well, but he was able to pick up something. Maybe not a noble guard, but he could pretend to be a merchant guard potentially if anyone asked...heck, he wouldn't able to lie that, but he could certainly act with confidence like he was.


He got a hard stare, then a nod before leading the man to a smallish room, mumbled something about water and shut the door. He sighed as he put her down on the bed then slid down from the wall to rest. He was exhausted, at least carrying her was easier then last time, thank the blazes for all those other people he had to carry before. He stared to remove his stinking armor, scowling and cursing the misfortune. A scared look on his face, what was he going to do now? He had the thief, the city was in chaos looking for the suspect, and it was a princess to boot. After removing his chain mail and gloves he put his hands on his head. What was he to do?

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When Missendria came around, she groaned, keeping her eyes shut tightly from the pounding pain radiating from her skull. Nausea swirled around in her belly and before she knew it, she was half throwing herself over the side of the bed as she vomited onto the floor.

Groaning, she wilted back into the bed,a hand draped over her forehead before she began to recall the events from the day...
Slowly her hand went to the dagger at her hip, and blindly she shot up and pointed the thing at the man's throat. But then her mouth fell open as she began to realize...

"Farm boy?"

[LostSoul]

Stayed there for a little bit, waiting for the basins of water. Of which he gladly took, cleaning her up around the face, he wouldn't dare undress or check for other wounds, he hadn't seen any blood stains, so it'll be ok, but don't want her breathing in ash.

After which, he took his shirt off and began to scrub himself  with one of the basins, the other two he left too the side. He looked at all of his scars, he didn't have as much as some veteran swordsmen, or some hero (get there one day) but he had a few...and they didn't offer any sort of experience for what to do next. He kept bathing himself before  she shot up, he was cleaning his hair, his armor in a corner, he still had pants on (how embarrassing if she woke up and he was in the nude...she might stab him in where the sun doesn't shine, with how his days have been going, thats 100% would happen).

He glanced up with a grin, though, his face looked stressed "Aye, it be me, now lay down before ya hurt yar-self or send more of yar guts across the room." he fussed as he shook his head clean of water before standing, going to the second basin and went to clean up the new mess...at least it wasn't on him. He also couldn't help but smile, she was alive, too many times he saw someone bump their head like that and never get up again.

He cleaned up the mess before sitting down again, waiting for her to reorientate herself to the room, surroundings, and not projectile vomit everywhere before speaking.

"Not sure whats in the news, but me thinks ya took somethin from the princess. The city is likely to be on lock down until what ever it is, is found." he said simply with a sigh, scratching his head "But, been through worse, so just need a way to get ya out of here some how or some way." he said as he stared at the ceiling, slightly dripping with water as he let his hair dry before looking back at her with a smile.


"You though, need to rest, can't do much until ya feel better...not sure how to fix yar noggin otherwise besides rest." he said nodding.   

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Missendria blinked. Right.. she had been running from that Dessert lady's entourage. And the item she stole... she frantically patted down her clothing before feeling the item was still secure. And about this time she also realized she still has her knife pointed at Godfrey.

She swallowed thickly and lowered her hand.

"How.. how did you find me?"
It was bizarre to run into him again, and oddly fortunate that she had. Had... he been there in the crowd? Was he inside the burning manor?

Then something registered. She thought back to the sewers and looking around the room, she realized with a gasp and stood up from the bed, suddenly.

"You... You were the one that chased me into the sewers!"

[LostSoul]

He watched, her, blinking, he was about to answer before she answered her own question and he nodded again, another grin.

"Aye, told ya I would be back in a year to save ya from the robber baron, seems I was a day too late me thinks, also, ya owe me cleaning for me armor." he says waving a hand at the smelly pile of armor before looking back, making a motion for her to settle down.

"For now though, rest ya took a nasty bump to yar head, take it easy, last thing ya need is to spill more of yar guts." he said gently making a motion "I got a basin for ya if ya need to be cleaned up as well, but right now, ya need to tell me whats goin on and what happened...also, knew ya would try to take something from someone, nay thought ya would target a princess." he said, a wave of disappointment going over him on how skinny an actual princess was, causing a sigh. What a messed up day.

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She blinked but didn't recall the bump to her head. But the splitting heas ache and a ginger touch to the bump confirmed. She winced.

As he began to make suggestions ,she was already on her feet.

"No.. I have to go.I.. I can't stay here."

Cautiously she approached the window, peering out to see where she was and if the streets were crowded.

[LostSoul]

Godfrey's eye twitched, great, now she's acting without sense. He took a deep breath, Yalthnea give him patience before he did something rash. This whole thing was a shit show. He took another breath before speaking.

"We are currently in an alley way inn named 'The Guards Brew', I threw away yar cloak and we were not followed, guards were too busy dealing with whatever it was you activated in the mansion, where is it yar planning to go." he said slowly, going to stand up and pick up his things...including his smelly armor.

Mean while, he was slamming his head on his own mental wall, however, she was a friend and he made a promise. He told himself this as he started to pick up his things. Well, he couldn't keep her here, she has a point there, the guards would eventually find them...there is reasoning. He smothered his own rage at how chaotic this was...desperation made people do strange things.

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She hesitated by the window. She hated feeling so guilty. He had helped her. But all she could do now was run away.

"Look..pretend you didn't see me,okay?" She asked. She slowly slid the window open. The evening breeze smelled and felt good on her face. But the She felt dizzy and closed her eyes, her head reminding her it was pounding. What the hell hit her over the head anyway.