Creed of the Blades

[Chloriosus]

"Oh, its alright, I'll pay regardless, at least aa little bit. To help out, perhaps.", he opened his sack and laid a few silver pieces on the counter. "Don't have much more than that at the moment, today was supposed to be payday.", he said rather ruefully, nervously rubbing his head. "I'm much oblinged.", he told Cassius, and followed her out of the bar, taking care to observe everything they passed so he wouldn't lose himself in this city.

[mainehorse]

"You really didn't have to pay, especially if you don't have much... but I can guarantee you that the gold will be put to good use. That'll mean a few more meals, or maybe toys or clothes for the children." Cassius says as she opens the door to her quarters down here. "You can go ahead and take the bed" she says, holding the door open for him to step inside. She'd come in behind him and then the door could be shut. It was definitely late, the sun would up in just another few hours. Time had been a blur down in that cell, but she was out now and free again. Well, at least as free as a wanted rouge could be.

[Chloriosus]

Farjons eyes adjusted quickly to the dark. He glanced about the small yet not uninviting looking room. "I wanted to.", he said simply, his sleepy mind clearing up a bit at the thought of sleep. "I'm ok though, you probably need the bed more, considering. You certainly got a whole ot more action today than me.", he said slightly jokingly."

[mainehorse]

"It's fine, you can take the bed. I'll probably sleep better in the chair until my shoulder heals anyway. Won't be able to sleep on my side until does and I can't stand laying on my back. Feels too much like a coffin that way." Cassius says, shaking her head slightly. She'd need to change out of her torn and bloodied tunic first, thankfully she had a washroom adjoined to her quarters for privacy since the children often wanted to barge into her room. She'd probably have to restitch her wound at some point to ensure it healed properly since in the dark of the cell she had only been able to do a crude job. That sword had cut deep into the sinew of her shoulder and there was no way it would heal right without stitches. Just moving the arm at all hurt like Demons. But she had a high tolerance for pain, so she'd just stick it through until she was healed again. It would take a lot more than this to force her to be down for the count. She refused to take pretty much anything lying down when she could still be productive.

[Chloriosus]

"Oh, if thats the case, yes I'll take the bed. Whatever is most comfortable for you. I hope to get established soon, I hope I'm not imposing on anything, but I probably should go to sleep now, before I crash on the floor. " he joked, even though this was a thing he had sometimes done as a child. It terrified his mother, who always thought he had consumed poisonn or something of the sort and called in the doctor to do some sort of curing, usually waking Farjon by accident and then fainting by herself because of the "miracle that had occured". This had happened several times, and since she always blamed it on something in the stew, by the end of two years the stew was not much more than just water. Farjon remebered these occurences with a small laugh.

[mainehorse]

"You're not imposing. I'm sure you'll have your own room here soon enough, but until then you're welcome in here. I'd still be in that cell awaiting death in a few hours time if you hadn't helped me out back there. Compared to that, to is no big deal." Cassius says as she makes her way over to a chest that was sitting up against the wall. She'd take the time to freshen up before she curled up to sleep in the chair for the night. She could tend to her shoulder properly on the morrow, after she had some sleep. She wasn't bleeding anymore, so the worst of the danger aside from the possibility of infection was behind her now. "Yes, I can't imagine the floor would be terribly comfortable. Best to turn in before that happens" she says, her tone holding a hint of amusement.

[Chloriosus]

A smiled flashed on Farjon's tired and rather worried face as he sat down on the bed and unlaced his boots before lying down. He was about to drift off, but then raised his head. "Good night to you, Cassius,it was a pleasure meeting you.", he said seriously before putting his head back down and slowly drifitng into the luring depths of dark and deep sleep, the kind one gets when hes been on the run, seen something astounding or new, or both but is just too deathly tired to think about much more.

[mainehorse]

"Night, sleep well. It was nice to meet you as well." Cassius says, straightening up slightly after retrieving a fresh tunic and a pair of trousers from her trunk. She'd have to see about a new sword tomorrow as well. Her old one had been taken off her in the dungeons, but it wasn't worth risking going back for when they had a smith down here who could make her a new one. It was seldom people found it pleasurable to meet her, she could be quite prickly more often than not these days. But... it was nice to have another friendly face around here. She steps into the washroom, shutting the door behind herself. After she had freshened up and wrapped her shoulder to keep the wound as clean as possible, she slips into the fresh clothing and exits the washroom. Gingerly, she takes a seat in the armchair and slips her boots off before turning out the oil lamp so she could get some sleep as well.

[Chloriosus]

Farjon fell asleep quickly, though his sleep haunted him with distorted versions of the events of that day. He saw himself, the king, the guards and comanders, then he was running through the forest, chased by spears, but found he had no food. All in all his dreams were very odd, and upon waking up the next morning he sat up in bed looking about the room. Right, he was at the guild. Everything was in order. The sun was peeking through the window with red streaks. Cassius seemed to be sleeping. He got up from the bed and put on his boots, lacing them up quietly, before walking to the smallish window. The city was beginning to stir, and Farjon wondered what the day would hold.

[mainehorse]

Cassius picks up her head from the chair at the sound of boots on the stone floor of her quarters. "Morning" she says, sleep still lacing her tone. She rises stiffly from the chair. Her shoulder was aching something awful, but she had expected that. She would need to tend to it eventually. That would be oh so pleasant she thought to herself sarcastically as she straightened up to stretch out. She runs a hand through her hair with an inaudible sigh as she makes her way over to her trunk to put away the cloak she had used as a makeshift blanket.

[Chloriosus]

Farjon started up from his gaze out the window, momentarilly drawing together at the unexpected sound of a voice. He laughed off his tenseness, it seemed tonight's dreams had gotten to him somehow. He folded his hands behind his back and turned with a smile. "Good morning.", he answered, shifting his gaze back onto the city. "They'll come looking, no doubt.", he said thoughtfully. "Anyway, how was your sleep? I usually get a stiff neck if I sleep in a sitting position for too long."

[mainehorse]

"Definitely... won't be long before they've got armed battalions out looking. It won't take them long to put two and two together when they come and find my cell empty and that you're conveniently missing from the castle as well. But they won't find us out here... we're well hidden and have been for years. Still would most likely be best to lay low for at least a few days." Cassius says, wincing slightly as she stretches out her shoulder a bit in an attempt to loosen her neck up a bit. With the adrenaline from the escape yesterday out of her system, she was definitely feeling a bit rundown this morning, but that was to be expected. She had lost a fair bit of blood and only time would remedy that. She'd need to properly tend to her wounds soon as well. Thankfully the one on her shoulder was the only one that had needed sutures, those even those would need to be redone since she hadn't been able to do a neat job in the dark, just passable enough to stop the bleeding. "Slept better than I would have in that cell. And better than if I had rolled onto my shoulder in the middle of the night, if not perfectly. How about you?" She asks. She couldn't deny that she was a bit stiff, but she had opted to take the chair knowing that would be a possibility come morning. A bit of stiffness could be worked through anyway she mused.

[Chloriosus]

"Oh yes, I'm positive of that. They'll probably scour the whole kingdom for you, and probably me, since I am now on their bad side." Farjon looked back out the window again, and could see people walking about, some fighting with each other, some seeming to be too busy for that, some lazy loafers. In short, there were people of all sorts, many of which were probably elves. "This is a large city.", he noticed, observing a starling that landed on top of someone's roof and began imitating a hawks call.

[mainehorse]

"Should be safe here... unless they wander deep into the woods. Or discover the hidden passage the guild has in the dungeons. Though even if they discover that... they'd still need to find their way to this place from where it lets out before they can lay siege to this building. We should be fine as long as we lay low until the worst of the search passes." Cassius says. If worse came to worse... there were other places they could go. But Neverwinter was pretty far from either of the other cities the guild operated in and travel could be quite hard. But if it was the only option then well they would have to take it. She had never really thought of leaving before when the main danger was on her life. But now she wasn't the only one being searched for.

[Chloriosus]

Farjon nodded, diverting his attention back to the room as the starling fluttered away again. "I see. I must say that is pretty good to know, without your advice i would probably be dead or at least very beaten up meat at the moment.", he said with a laugh, shaking his hair out of his face and pushing it back with his hand. Thoughts of his former life filled his mind. If the king was evil, creating chaos and murdering innocents, then he would have to have an ulterior motive for that. But what could that be? Absolute power over the entire kingdom? Killing people just for fun? Or was he just a regular narcissist whose desire and joy in harming people had taken over him? Surely, he had some goal, a motive for all this. But what could that be? Farjons mind was an endless loop. It almost made him dizzy. He shook his head slightly. Suddenly a thought hit him. "How much money does the king receive from the people he condemns?", he asked suddenly.