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At first, the assassin tensed up when the guard in charge hesitated in his response, even after the reassurance that the penin had given them. [i]Would it be one of the few times where I am not to be believed?[/i] came the worrying thought from him. He had gotten himself out of a lot of trouble through partial truths or, in dire cases, flat out lies. Though a lot of those times he had escaped his predicament with the people who listened to them accepting them, none of them the wiser, there were a few who saw his deception. For those who saw through them? Well, they now they won’t be around to tell anyone about them bar his master. [i]He does prefer those kind of people though.[/i]

Unconsciously, his hand hovered over the area where his throwing knives were, just in case the guards had turned on them. Even if the small group was formed over a common enemy, Ixion wasn’t going to lose what was left of his freedom let alone his life to the guards. After what seemed like an eternity in the assassin’s mind, one order was given from the corporal. [i]"Stand down."[/i] Now there was a moment of relief for him as his hand dropped from where they were into a more relaxed position. Despite the pain from such an action, he was relieved that no further fights was going to happen on this day. [i]"The Drunken Dove, you say? We'll escort you there, sir, and make sure nothing else happens."[/i] Ixion nodded in agreement. It was a reasonable gesture from the guards, despite him being a person who could go to the tavern with I’on and the unconscious person. However, with the state that he is in, the extra protection was a nice thing to have.

While the penin talked more with the corporal, the assassin walked to the unconscious vampire. While the situation had passed, he did wonder why the vampire decided to go into a rage and attack the guards, of all people. That is, if he did see past the actions that rendered them unconscious in the first place. Biting through the pain, he hefted the unconscious man onto his shoulder, his legs sagging under the weight. Before I’on ushered the words for the guards to lead them to the tavern, he looked over at the penin, the look of ‘I will explain everything that transpired here’ being subtle in his eyes. The assassin owed him that much at least.