Crys bent down and kneeled before the young child Jared, and stroked his hair, and he sobbed. "Shh. All is well, Jared. No need for tears." She spoke calmly, her voice soft and gentle. She stood in the middle of a deserted alley. Not far, was a body of a dark man. He had a stab wound to the chest. Crys was a elegant looking as ever, even though she came from a long journey and had lived on a farm for a few months, but that never stopped her from looking like a noble, as she truly was, even if she never liked admitting it.

The man that was dead, was by the Healers doing, the man had tried to grab her, and it was mere defense that took over Crys, so she killed the man, though, didn't really mean too, mainly for Jared's sake, but she couldn't stop herself from doing so. She stood up, and rested a hand on the boys shoulder. "Lets go. No need to stand out in the cold." She said, and directed the boy away from the alley and into a empty street, despite it being daytime. She walked down the street, and pulled the boy closer, and wrapped him in her fur lined cloak as they went. she they both won't be cold.

Jared was Lylene's son. Recently, Crys had left the farm to explore the land. Jared had wanted to come, he begged his mother and begged Crys, but both had refused. A child like him was to young to go exploring, but when Crys left, Jared followed. Only recently after leaving did she realize he followed, and she had no choice but to take him with her, well, she probably did, but she felt she knew he would just follow her again, so she let him come with her.

A light snow started to fall on them. They rounded a corner, and up ahead was a tavern. She went to the door of it, and gripped onto Jared tighter, and bent over to speak quietly to him.

"Stay close to me. Don't speak to anyone." She said, then stood up straight, and went through the door, holding Jared's hand. Attention was not what she wanted right now, but she got it, especially with a child with her, but they needed food, and lodging. She found an empty table among the crowds, and sat down, but made sure Jared moved his chair close to her. Crys ordered some stew, and told the barmaid they needed a room for the night. After paying, they waited for the meal. She rested her hands on her lap, looking down at the table. She noticed her hands were shaking, most likely from the fact of killing someone, when she was healer, one who want to prevent death. She looked over at Jared, and leaned close to him.

"I'll get you home soon. Once we buy a horse, then we can go back to Kellen, and to Lylene." She said to the boy, and stroked his hair a moment, before turning to the food the barmaid brought them now.

It was strange, that empty feeling of floating through the world without a purpose. The chilly winter air should have cut through to the bone with every lash of icy wind but somehow it did not. Even the vague acknowledgement that the air was cold seemed so distant a thought it just didn't matter. It was as if it wasn't even a reality. Just an obscure misconception of said reality that could do no real harm. How long had he been on this world, now? He asked himself as he took a turn into an alley, more by reflex than by any desire to reach any particular location. It had been several months since a violent storm had sent him crashing to the ground in a violent explosion of white hot lightning. That long and still there was no clue as to why he was here. The Immortals never went through this much effort unless they thought they would gain something by his actions here. What were they expecting? What were they waiting for?

Another step and the toe of his boot struck something. Had he been traveling at a faster rate of speed he might have tripped. As it was he had just been walking and slowly at that. It was very rare that anything managed to pierce the thick walls of his deep broodings until he himself dropped them. The presence of an obstacle in a pathway that should have been clear was enough to do so this time. Or perhaps he was simply eager to escape his own troubling thoughts, he wasn't sure. Either way he had no choice but to accept the fact that it was freezing outside. As if the sky agreed with him it suddenly began to snow. Warm eyes of oceanic blue turned upward into the sky, ignoring the tiny flecks of cold flakes that struck his face In spite of everything the Ithilian laughed. It was a rich, warm sound that seemed to come easily to him, though it did so more rarely of late. It felt good to laugh, as if the weight of his troubles was suddenly lifted off his shoulders. As much as he enjoyed the feeling, however, it all died away in an instant as soon as that gaze fell onto the thing that had stopped him.

The bloody form of a corpse lay before the High Prince, a pool still collecting beneath it's place of rest. The dagger handle that protruded from the pale man's breast had obviously gone completely through. That was the only explanation for the collecting blood beneath the body. He did not crouch down to feel for a pulse. The level of blood loss was enough to realize the man was dead, but for what reason and by who's hand? There was a whisper of motion, the soft scuffing of a shoe and Lokiri's already cooling gaze snapped up to catch two figures, an adult and child, turning the corner and exiting the alley. Without a second thought he followed after them, stepping over the corpse without glancing down and forgetting him the instant he was left behind. The presence of a child was troubling and it could mean one of two things. One: it had belonged to the man lying dead in the alley and his killer had decided to keep the kid, or two: he dead man had been the assailant here and the one with the child had just been protecting himself and the young one. For the killer's sake, he hoped it was the second one...

Rounding the corner, his eyes already colder than the wintry day, caught their outlines in the tavern doorway just before it closed. The Purple Lantern... Now there was at least one place that held memories. A woman named Meera had insisted on aiding him with a minor bout with the city guard... It was rare that such excitement could be found and nudging her into anger had made it all the more enjoyable. If only the guards had possessed some skill with their blades, the night might have been perfect. Why was this person going to a public place now after so recently killing someone though? It was what he would have done too, to be perfectly honest. When the guards discovered the body the last place they would look was at a public place with lots of people. There were few people who would realize that, though, and that was an interesting concept all its own. Either this person had simply gotten lucky and chosen a tavern to hand out as a reflex or he/she was familiar with the territory of killing. This day was proving to be more interesting by the second.

The door to the tavern opened again as he approached, and a member of the city guard emerged from within. The Ithilian smiled as he passed by, more because the guards reaction to seeing him was amusing than to just be friendly. To be perfectly honest he did not recognize the man, but clearly he had been among the ones to confront he and Meera several months before. Only that could explain his sudden apprehension at seeing him. They passed one another without incident and Lokiri opened the door to the tavern, slipped inside with a flurry of snowy white cloth. As with all establishments of this nature there were locals and frequenters. It was those which openly stared at him as he entered, forgetting whatever manners they had in the presence of memories. They had been here when the fight with the guards had taken place, perhaps had even been caught up in Meera's spell. From the fear that wafted off of them he could only assume that some had.

The bartender was surprisingly cheery, despite the circumstances of Lokiri last visit. When he approached the bar, gracefully ignoring the many pairs of eyes on his back, the barkeep offered a genuine smile and offered whatever he wanted, on the house. "Have you forgotten who I am?" Lokiri asked him, unable to stop a thread of confusion from slipping into his smooth voice.

"Not at all," the barkeep insisted, pouring a glass of spiced red wine. "The gold you gave me for repairs was enough to pay for this whole building three times over. The least I can do is give you a few drinks in return."

The High Prince accepted the glass, tasting the warmed liquid and offering a compliment to the brewer. "Well I'm glad I could help" He turned from the bar, the barkeep already stored away in the back of his thoughts so that more pressing matters could be brought to attention. His eyes were still cold, still glacial blue with a piercing intensity that sent shivers up the spines of everyone who met them before the immediately looked away. There was only one table which sat a child, and he was sitting beside a woman, eating his meal in silence. Both were trying to blend and to attract as little attention as possible and, for the most part, were succeeding. The Ithilian's eyes melted, softening into the liquid sapphire of the ocean as one of those kind smiles lit up his partially concealed features. The woman's spoon was shaking uncontrollably with every bite of soup she tried to raise to her mouth, making it rather difficult to eat anything. Whatever suspicions he had about the pair suddenly evaporated. Whoever she was she was not a killer.

He left the bar even before realizing he was going to move, flowing through the crowd with a snakelike grace and reaching the table in moments. A hand reached down to the back of a chair and pulled it out before he seated himself at their table without asking permission. "That's quite a case of the shakes you have there." he said kindly, a smile revealing a flash of pearly white teeth. "I take it you do not kill often."

In the corner of the room. A man with a sleeveless started to play some music, he was not a great performer, but he had the basis so he played the basic song that everybody knew. He had been there for a short while in the shadows ignpred by most since they did not want to mess with him. This bard was renown for his bad temper.

He kept playing as the two strangers, one with a kid and a rich looking one. Between two of his song, he took care to replace his dark red hair. Brahms loved well looking even thouh, that he was wanted but no one would move to make him upset.

His legs were crossed and his foot was set on the table, peacefully looking. The half elf was done his show and went to the bar. He received his pay from the barkeeper. "Well, i think it was your last show here tonight, huh?" Brahms only nodded. This place was boring, even if darkness was ruling on the town. He payed for a drink. As soon as the prince walked toward the child nad his protecor, mentor, relative or whoever it could be, he kept his dark red green eyes on them.

He could not listen well, since everybody was talking but he did not care. There was something wrong here. He was sure of it. He wanted to talk to them, knowing what was going on. Or perhaps he will know otherwise. He decided the follow the one with the child when they would leave. After all, the thirst from fresh meat was working his stomach. A kid, nothing was fresher then that.

The barkeeper stared at him. "I thought you needed to gather your belongings?" The bard coldly stared at the barkeeper. "I thougth you would keep your nose away from my business?" The man gulp while drying his glass and turned away.

The half-elf felt had a bad feeling about this night would turn out. It was always ending bad. Each night for someone. Someone else then him. He grinned at that thougth and took another sip. Then let the drink nearly empty on the counter only to be sure to stay and keep an eye on the kid.

She took a bite of her stew, though, her hand shook as she did so, but she barely noticed. Her eyes seemed to be far off, in her own frightened thoughts of what she had done. She hated killing, yes, but she would if need be, especially if it concerned the safety of herself and others. She wasn't one to cower in fear at trouble, or even when there may not have been a chance to win. The man she had so recently killed, seemed to have been a warrior of some type, she didn't bother to look, but he had seemed strong, and most would think she wouldn't have even had a chance against the man, but Crys was fast, and he was, sadly, not the first man she has killed.

She set her wooden spoon down, and just looked up and stared off into the crowds for while, her light brown eyes seeming to darken as her gaze flicked over more and more people. Warriors, thieves, common folk, and many others. She turned her gaze away, and looked down at her food, not feeling that interested in it, but she needed to eat, better to eat what you don't want then to go hungry, sighing, she forced her hand to stop shaking and took another bite of her food. She took little notice of the the people coming and going, even though, when one person came in, others seemed to be afraid, but still, she did not look up, she stayed silent, and kept eating her food, though she still shook sometimes.

After a while, she barely noticed the nudge from Jared, but finally forced herself to look up when Jared prodded her in the shoulder. She set the spoon down and rested her hands in her lap again and looked up at the man who was approaching, and she was terrified for a moment, praying that no one knew it was her who had killed that man out there. She looked over at Jared, who was staring wide eyed at the man who approached. She took in a sharp breath, and tried to calm herself, as the man pulled out a chair and sat down. She looked past the man, almost expected to see guards or something, but saw nothing, but that didn't seem to give her a reassuring feeling. She took in a deep calm breath, and her eyes hardened, and she managed a thin smile. to the man, but it was quickly gone the moment he spoke.

"That's quite a case of the shakes you have there. I take it you do not kill often."

She watched him, not opening her mouth to speak or anything, she just watched him for a long moment, then sighed again.

"I did not mean too. I'm a healer. Not a killer." She said calmly, now managing to keep her composure. "It was in mere defense. He tried to harm us. I couldn't let that pig hurt us." She said, and glanced at Jared, who took to staring at his hands. She lifted a hand and rested it on the boys shoulder, and turned her hard gaze to the man before her. She was curious as to who this man was. She supposed it wouldn't be hard to tell who had killed that man, since she had been shaking, but she hated killing, and never wanted to do so again.

"Who are you?" She asked. She was unsure about this man, and wondered if he would go to the guards and tell them who killed that man, but if luck was on her side, this would be a person to trust. She shifted uneasily a little, and she glanced about the crowds, noticing a half-elf bard, and looking at him made her more uneasy. She looked to the man before her.

"You won't be saying anything to the guards, will you?" She asked in a quieter voice. She wanted to get back to Kellen, so she could take Jared home, and hopefully she could set off on her travels again, this time not having to worry over the little boy, and always try to keep him safe, but for now, she had to be extra careful, and getting thrown in a prison isn't what she would have in mind for being careful.

((OOC: Sorry I haven't posted sooner, been doing other things.))

The city guard member bit his lip, his mind returning to a night not all that long ago. He and a group of his best had gone to the Purple Lantern to arrest a man for assaulting another of the guard. That man... the figure in white who had just passed him by again now as he exited the tavern. The warrior, a nobleman some said, had made a mockery of the soldiers who served as the cities only defense against crime in this city. He had defeated both he and his men with the aid of some sorceress. The relationship between the two was still under investigation, but it seemed they had never met before that night. Even now the guardsman still had not outlived the shame of losing with such strong numbers at his back. That fateful night had made a laughingstock of him with the other officers and very nearly got him demoted as well. Not a day went by where he was not a target of some joke or snide remark.

The Captain of the city guard spit into the street in vulgar annoyance. The man in white had, in a single night, destroyed a reputation he had spent years building. One way or another he was going to be made to pay for that personal crime. The soldier, one Morgan by name, passed by the alleyway where, just minutes before a man had been killed. His gaze flicked down that darkened side street and nearly missed the odd form lying within its center. Normally such a thing would have been dismissed out of hand, as it was most likely some drunk vagabond. However, the presence of the warrior in white was cause for suspicion. It was on that note that Morgan decided, above all else, to enter the alley and investigate. Even he did not dare dream that he would find a body, and so soon after he could confirm a sighting of the man in white. Such a coincidence could be only that, coincidence, but the captain was confident he would be able to make his superiors agree that the possibility of the man being guilty was indeed high.

Morgan dashed from the alleyway at a dead sprint, his heart pounding with excitement. Blank, confused stares followed him as he passed. During all the time he had served in this city never once had anyone seen him to rush at anything. He was more the type to consider every outcome and try to plan ahead and ensure victory. To see him acting so contrary now was... unsettling for some but he obviously didn't notice or care. His mind was far away, spinning webs of delusional scenarios and possibilities tying the victim to the man in white. His need for vengeance was clouding his judgment and yet he lacked the control to realize it. He was going for back up now... and then his revenge would finally be at hand...
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Watching some of the emotions play across the young woman's features after just one simple remark. Worry, doubt, compassion... remorse. Lokiri studied her with the calculating gaze of a hawk measuring its prey, his eyes cold and distant. Not even the hardened stare she turned on him after finally mastering those emotions seemed capable of cracking that careful construction of cool composure. When she spoke it was with a calm so fragile he was sure another choice word from him would have shattered it. Her explanation, though technically not asked for, was completely believable as well as truthful, he was not certain. Once she had finished a heavy silence began to fall on the table which the Ithilian did nothing to stop while the woman, a healer as it were, laid a careful hand gently upon the young boy's shoulder. The boy, in turn, positioned his gaze carefully on his hands and remained silent.

The crystalline gaze that held the chill of arctic winter suddenly melted, replaced by a far more gentle demeanor in an instant. The corners of the High Prince's mouth quirked slightly in a kind smile. The expression did much to cast a delicate light to his features, revealing a vitality his previous facade had hidden perfectly. "I apologize if I frightened you." he replied in a voice that was calming and soft as the gaze that now regarded the pair. "I had an idea as to your nature but... I had to be sure..."

There was an unsettling tingle suddenly crawling up the Ithilian's spine that made him tense. It was a subtle reaction and the cloak did well to disguise it. He did not turn to find the owner of the eyes that were momentarily focused on his back, but his senses began slipping out over the crowd. He listened carefully to snippets of conversations, silently wading through the many currents of emotions and seeking out any kind of anomaly

"My name is Lokiri..." he heard himself say from the dark nothingness of his focused mind. "I wouldn't worry about the guards. If anything they'll try to pin the man's murder on me, once he's discovered. I'm confident we'll be out of this city before that happens, in any case."

Brahms was curious about what the three others at the opposite cornwer of the tavern could be speaking about. If he was in his werewolf form he could have heard but could have been seen and he did notwant the attention. Atleast not yet. He finished his drink and payed the note.

He needed to make them leave the place so the bard would hunt them and satisfy his needs. But how? Wait until they leave by themselves?No, too suspicious they would guess. Assauling them was not a god idea either. Just imagine the numbers of guards entering the place and in a such small place too fight he would not make it to the outside of the town.

He left the tavern and saw peoples outside, using the darkness as a cover. The half-elf went to the back of the inn. Why?He could not tell there was maybe something upthere that could make the people run away. He let his innerself take the better of his body. He striked his claws into the brick walland started to climb slowly but surely.

At the heigth he faced a window, this had to be where the owners were living. He broke in and tansformed back into the human form. He had to be lighter if he did not want the floor to crak, revealing his presence. There was nothing of value either. It was so worthless he would set the place burning it would not matter...Burning the place? He smiles at the idea.

He took the lanturns and threw them on the bed and it blazed up in a matter of seconds. He jumped back bythe window and landed with a thud. He stayed covered in the darkness and went back to the front. Luckily, the windows were closed so the smoke would not come out. He waited there and start to play of his harp.

She watched the mans eyes a moment, and they seemed to make her shudder. She turned her eyes away, and into the crowds of the many people. The silence made her very uncomfortable, she wished it would end. The time edged on, and she shifted slightly, fearful of what may happen now, but she turned her gaze to the man again, and decided to say something to break the silence, but then the man spoke.

"I apologize if I frightened you. I had an idea as to your nature but... I had to be sure..."

She listened and merely gave a slight nod, but she was still worried of what may happen now, and seemed to keep looking into the crowds, as if expecting a guard to pop out and throw her in a empty cell, it wouldn't be the first she was stuffed in a barred room. She shook the thought away from her head. She wouldn't let that happen again, she wasn't at home anymore, she was safer here in Imythess then home.

"My name is Lokiri..."

She let herself smile, and she calmed slightly. He really did seem like one to trust, but she couldn't really tell right now. "I'm Crys Leare." She said, a little quiet though. She almost feared that he may recognize the name, but somehow she doubted that, but one never knew. She was truly of noble blood, even though she tried to hide that fact, mainly because of her half-elven heritage, he father had thought it a disgrace, so never let her really into the family, she was always in the shadows.

"I wouldn't worry about the guards. If anything they'll try to pin the man's murder on me, once he's discovered. I'm confident we'll be out of this city before that happens, in any case."

"Oh... I wouldn't want you to take the blame, it wouldn't be right if you got it..." She said, but she liked the idea of getting out of the city before that does happen. She didn't like the idea of him getting the blame though. She bit her lip, and grimaced slightly. Then she wrinkled her nose slightly, and smelled smoke. She looked up and towards the window, and saw smoke. "There must be a fire..." She said, and worry edged into her eyes, though, mainly for Jared's safety.

To the woman's name he simply nodded, clearly not recognizing it whether he should or not. To be perfectly honest he would not know much of anyone in this world, being a kind of unknown alien from another realm entirely. So far he had managed to mostly fit in with some careful help from some very prominent friends and going off of what he had managed to learn of the cultures and hierarchy of this world from other people among the streets. What knowledge he had of the land had been gleaned from traveling on foot and the occasional map he glanced upon every now and then. Never once had he purchased a horse, sharing the opinion of his fellow Ithilian's that going on foot was much better. Sure it was slower going, but his people could run all day nonstop and still be prepared to fight once they reached their destination. Their stamina was greater even then the four legged steeds.

"It wouldn't be entirely you're fault." He said as the first traces of smoke began wafting into the common room. he Ithilian's senses keyed to it immediately, drawing his gaze, like liquid pools of captured ocean waters now that all traces of chill were gone, toward the stairway where it came from. "I don't have the greatest of reputations with the guards of this city."

The smoke gradually became more noticeable as whatever had set alight upstairs was eventually consumed and the flames grew and expanded to devour more. People were mumbling now, the innkeeper bustling about and asking people to remain calm and head out the door in an orderly fashion. he need not have bothered, as the patrons were concerned more about getting more to drink than their own well beings. There were curses and grumbles, but everyone began filing out without incident or disturbance. Lokiri rose after about half of the tavern was emptied, offering a slender fingered hand to help her rise. It wasn't that he thought her weak or that she simply required such a thing, Acts of a like to that one were simply courteous and should be at least attempted when in the presence of a lady such as this.

"Come... the guards will be coming to investigate soon. Best we were away from here before they arrived..."

The half elf grinning in the darkness of the streets, was quite happpy about the development of his plan.Handsome, Strong, skillful and now smart! Guess i'll never find out where my limits are...Oh! Yeah, i know it! I'll become a god...Becoming a god? Atleast something near of it. After all, elves were living long.

He walked to another dark spot where it was really hard to see. The people were leaving the tavern in flames but yet no sign of the child and his baby-sitter, or the man who was talking to them. Atleast the half were out, should not be long before his preys get out. So he placed himself in position to dash in the crowd.

He would have to act fast, guards were coming, not his favorite style of people. Their armors were too crunchy, though they had all a weak spot somewhere. With his beatial quickness if something would go out of control, he would flee and try to make his enemies pursue him.

He didn't recognize her name, she looked somewhat relieved by that, she hated it when people recognized it, she was always afraid they would tell the guards where shes at, then they might send her to her home again, and she wouldn't want that, it would be terrible, her father was already angry that she left home, even if she was a half-elf, and considered a disgrace among her royal family. She turned her attention back to the man Lokiri.

"It wouldn't be entirely you're fault. I don't have the greatest of reputations with the guards of this city."

She cocked her head a little, not entirely sure that was a good thing, but decided not to pay much attention to it. A lot of people had bad reputations around here, and every where, Crys had even met a few... well, just a few people with bad reputations in the past, but they had been somewhat friendly, normally anyway.

She looked to the smoke again, and stared at it for a long moment. Her attention was drawn to the people now, who were now getting up and going out into a nice fashion, she sighed. Nothing could go well today, first some trouble with that man she had killed, and now this, a fire. She looked at Lokiri that stood, and offered his hand to help her up. She smiled, and took it, and stood herself. Jared stood too, and stood close to Crys, fear in his eyes. The healer reached down and took his hand too, to give him comfort.

She had no idea what was going through the little boys head, but he seemed to be more scared then usual, she didn't quite know why, sure, a fire and seeing someone die was a frightening thing, but somehow she knew it wasn't caused by that, it was something else.

Let us go then. I'd like to get out of here fast." Crys said, glancing at the smoke again, and prayed that there would be no guards nearby to stop them.

The smoke was thickening... turning a darker shade of black as it collected upon the roof of the first floor and built until it was gradually drawing closer and closer to the ground and toward the heads of all those left within the tavern. It threatened to reach them, choking off their air supply and suffocating them with its noxious fumes. Luckily by the time that happened everyone was nearly out. The High Prince, Crys, and the young boy at her side were the last ones and as they neared the door flames appeared in the stairwell. Working its way slowly downward as it devoured everything available above. The place was being consumed quickly and this time there would be no one to pay the fee for the owner. All the profits he had gained from Lokiri's little brawl would be gone quickly.

Even after standing up the young healer had not released the mighty white cloaked warrior's hand. No comment was made on it, of course. Sometimes a person simply required the reassuring presence of a contact with someone strong and comforting. Being that reassuring presence was nothing new to him, as he had once lead an entire people through such moments. But that was once upon a time and hardly worth thinking of now. At the moment all that mattered was getting the woman and child away from there. Fire attracted guards and guards asked questions that were not welcome at the moment.

Outside there was plenty of room between the burning building and the circle of people standing about watching it burn. Not surprisingly very few were actually working to help preserve the structure life. Several lines had been made in which buckets of water were being carried. No where near enough to do any good and they lacked the numbers to make the effort count despite the large crowd which had gathered. one thing you could always count on... almost no one cared about the hardship of another. It was easy to put on a sad face and offer condolences, but inside nearly everyone was feeling happy that it was not they who had fallen into the terrible situation. It's difficult to truly feel sorry for someone when your too busy thanking the gods you were not in their place.

Slender fingers wrapped a bit more tightly around Crys' hand, making sure she remained at the Ithilian's side as they weaved a delicate path through the crowd. The fire did not disturbed him. Such things simply happened after all, but what did have the man's senses on edge and reaching out for any sign of a threat was the fact that not a single person had come downstairs to escape the fire. There was a chance they were dead but the fire had not spread that quickly. Not nearly enough so that whoever might have been upstairs was not given the chance to escape their room and make a dash for the stairs. hey could have jumped out the window but from that height there would be at least a one wounded. Besides the window's were shut. All the ones visible from the front were, anyway. The chances of a fire starting on its own with no one up stairs was extremely unlikely. That meant someone had wanted it to be started, that it was intentional, and if that was the case then there had to be a reason they wanted everyone out. Something told the warrior it was not to rob the place.

"Come on... This fire will do well to distract the guards while we leave the city." Lokiri said over his shoulder, glancing back their way. It took those oceanic blues off their path for only a second. A moment in time in which without even realizing it the swordsman had left himself open and exposed. The perfect opportunity for a man to draw his sword and have it at his throat by the time he turned around again.

"Going somewhere?" The guardsman who had discovered the body asked, a wicked grin across his face. There was an entire unit of armed and armored men behind him. Nearly double the number that had tried to arrest him a while back in the tavern. "I found the body of the man you killed, Whitey. You are hereby under arrest."

Brahms looked at the situations developing. This was going better and better, now his prey would son be under his grasp. The people running, the guards interrogating witness but no one saw anything and the lycan made sure of that. No one could see him in the perfect darkness, where he was grinning of his evil deed.

Then he spotted the two with the kid. So innocent looking, the perfect victim, but the swordsman was along with them. He stealthy followed them the best he could, but the crowd was slowing him down. Though he did not wanted to be found either, he swore under his breath and with a good pace managed to keep in sight the preys.

But another turn of event appeared. Guards arresting the swordsman.Excellent, if it goes, there would be only the woman, the kid and me....What a delightful reunion this shall be!He tayed in the shadows, curious to see how this will turn out. A wide smile upon his face.

Crys was basically trying to calm herself from panicking, as the pace of things seemed to go so slow, as the people before them went out, they tried to hurry, but for Crys it seemed to take years. She had glanced once back at the stairwell where the smoke was coming from and regretted it. Seeing the flames made her very uneasily, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She looked forward again as they finally made it out and took a deep breath. Her grip grew slightly tighter around Jared's smaller hand as they started moving through the small crowds. She kept her eyes straight ahead, forcing the fear she felt to the back of her head, not wanting to be afraid right now.

She kept her thoughts on getting out of here, but they always went back to what if there's people up there, she wished that she could help them, after all, she was a healer, she was specialized in treating all sorts of wounds, burns would be easy too. But no, she knew she couldn't stay there ad wait to see if there are survivors. She didn't want to confront any guards any time now, she would be a nervous wreck in front of them, so she knew this was good that they were leaving, and what Lokiri said, the guards would most likely blame him for the death of the man she killed, and she would never want that.

As they walked, she felt something tugging at her mind, some uneasy feeling once more creeping into her mind, like she was being followed, or something similar, and she didn't like it. She glanced once behind her, but nothing seemed out of place. She looked forward again, shaking her head mentally, telling herself it was nothing, just her own fear of what may happen in the future. And it didn't help that Jared continued to have an almost perfect unemotional face. She couldn't help but wonder if he had the same gifts like his mother did, being able to see the future.

But then Lokiri's voice interrupted her thoughts, and she glanced at him, but jumped when she heard the sound of a sword coming out of a scabbard, then a non-too friendly voice. Her hand gripped Lokiri's and Jared more tight the usual, panic trying to break free, but then slowly, she calmed herself. Her eyes looked at the guard, then at his men behind him, but her eyes didn't spend much time on the others, before they looked at the man who held the sword at Lokiri's neck. She released his hand, but still held the little boys, then she stuck her head out high, as if in authority, and she glared at the guardsmen, and for the moment, she would seem like nobility, even when she hated it.

"How dare you accuse my bodyguard of murder. I will not allow you to arrest him. You have no proof that it was him who did such a foul crime. This city is littered with criminals, hm, I wouldn't doubt if such a man like you did it, guard or no. But, this man, was with me all day, he wouldn't be much of a bodyguard if he didn't protect me from the monsters of this place." Might not be the best things to say, but she was saying what came to mind. Before the guard could say anything, Crys raised her free hand to silence him.

"I am Crys Leere of Elislevayne. My father is Lord Grarreck of Elislevayne, therefore I have the full authority to have you punished for accusing him. If you let us leave this city undisturbed, then I promise my guard will never be found here to disrupt your peace, and I will not bring up how rude you have been to us to my father or the other higher lords to have you all demoted." She said, her voice loud and clear, and with that, the same stubbornness nobles had. If a fight ever broke out, then she could hold herself well enough, but, if luck was on her side, they would let her leave with Lokiri and Jared, especially Jared, he needed to get home.

"If proof of my nobility is what you need, then this should be good enough." She then lifted her hand, and on it were a couple rings, a few that she merely cherished, one was given to her mother, it was just a silver band though, but if looked at closely enough, had elvish written on it, but then on her middle finger, was a ring with carving of a small crown on it, with green jewels embedded along the thin band. All the members of her family wore one.

((OOC: Sorry how this post is uber late... I'd gotten a huge urge to reply to this, lol))

Hat blade gleamed in the sun, reflected the orange light of the fire behind them as it started to lick out form open windows and consume the unfortunate building from which it had been born. Call it fate or chance but it seemed that tavern always suffered some sort of damage whenever the warrior in white ventured inside. First the bar fight and now it seemed it would burn to the ground but if that was not bad enough it appeared there was about to be blood spilled on the streets just outside it. Morgan was once again overly confident in his numbers, courage jumpstarted by the fact his blade was held point first at Lokiri’s throat. That in itself was an amateur move, and it gained the man no respect from the warrior. You never held a hostage by sword point as there was too much room for movement and, provided the hostage was quick enough, any reaction to slow before he was able to draw a blade of his own and bat it away.

The moment was tense, the eyes of each individual guardsmen on the white cloaked figure as their hands held weapons in a white knuckled grip. Many of them had been present the first time Morgan had attempted to apprehend this fighter, had gotten to witness firsthand the skill that set them apart from masters of the art of combat. Beneath the folds of that flowing cloak it was impossible to tell if the man was tense but by the set of those features and chilling stare he was definitely not afraid of the lot of them. In fact they were only counting the seconds before he would surely make fools of them all yet again and then…

The dark haired woman from before piped up, her voice loud and commanding, authoritative as she drew their attention off the fighter. Her bodyguard?... What the hell was the woman thinking getting mixed up in the little quarrel he and the guards shared? The excuse was groundless, completely unbelievable of a simple girl no matter how much bravado she managed to display and it would only serve to land herself and the boy in the mix as well. Then Crys continued, announcing her name and title and even going so far as to toss a few threats of her own into the little surprise bag. The Ithilian was looking at the woman, studying her for some hint of a lie but it seemed there was none to be found.

Morgan stared dumbfounded a the girl, his sword point slowly lowering of its own accord as his wide eyes regarded both the woman and the child which held tight to her small hand. “I… I… Forgive us my lady.” He managed, sheathing his blade and stepping back from them both with a shaky bow. Those with him followed suit and very soon it was made clear they were going to be allowed to pass.

In stark contrast to their actions Lokiri had not even turned his ice cold glare on her when she spoke, not even after announcing whatever it was that had these poor fools quaking in their boots. He listened, to be sure, but whatever importance all of it meant was completely beyond him. As afore mentioned he was not of this world. Noble families and the like were beyond what little he knew of Imythess and it would most likely stay that way. The woman could be a runaway princess and he wouldn’t have cared in the least. The important thing was that her quick mind and sharp tongue had gotten them out of a bit of a scrape and for that he would have to thank her later.

“Right…”He said, turning to Crys at last and wrapping slender fingers about her arm gently. “Come along then miss, we’ve got to be on our way.” They started out, leaving the ambitious Captain Morgan and his guards to deal with the growing state of panic in the streets. Only one destination could be on their minds… the city gates.