[h1]Moving Along Collab. We're now in Drake's Mansion after this![/h1]

Eli shifted, muttering curses low under his breath. Once again, anyone who had been with him for a short amount of time would note this as odd. Eli had never cared who he offended with his language before now. He glanced up at both of the people above him. "We do need to get off the street, though not for the reasons the Rider is thinking of. The Inquisition is bound to still be nearby, and I'd rather be in a defensible place than be out here, waiting for that bas-," Eli paused, glancing back at Peridot, before continuing, "that enemy to come back and pick us off." He tried to get to his feet, only to crash to the ground again, grinding his teeth hard together to avoid cursing. "Could someone help me up? I know a place that can give us all quick healing, is little known, and is easily defendible if the Inquisition comes knocking again."
 
Walking over to the larger man and with some amount of effort, helping him to his feet, Alan took a quick glance at the group around them, but gesturing with his head towards the Guildhouse. "It might be safer to get into the Guildhouse," Alan offered with a shrug. "Its design isn't necessarily defensible, but its the one building that has almost as many guns as the guard barracks."
 
"Yes, but the Guild was strangely ignorant of the recent escapade." interjected the calm voice of none other than the tall Serpentine's captain, Drake. "While I do not know the extent of his powers, I doubt he alone was capable of masking the presence of gunfire so close to so many ears."
 
"One would assume the Inquisitor had help in the background- Not an impossible idea, as the Guild isn't known for its... particularly thorough background checks." Drake continued, giving a knowing nod at the nearby Dericho Rider.
 
"I doubt the Rider was working with the Inquistion. He'd have already killed us or helped the Inquisitor take the girl." Eli said, slightly testily, to Drake. It was clear that he still didn't like the Serpents. "My two spirits will guard the girl while this boy," Eli gestured slightly towards Alan,"helps me stay on my feet long enough to actually guide us to my safe house. A fair warning Helen." He gave a wry smile to the doctor, his sister. He barely kept his casual facade up, ignoring the snickers of Atra. "She has a tongue as sharp as yours. Maybe even sharper. Let's go before I bleed out. Contrary to popular belief, I do in fact bleed and feel pain."
 
"Your safehouses are likely in horrid condition." Drake said disapprovingly. "Would you in good faith take such young children into such squalor?" Drake looked at the rest of the group. "I would readily offer my mansion to care for these children while you tend to your wounds, Eli."
 
" And I would readily do the same to you as I did to you're arrogant little swine of a friend. But we all can't get what we want, can we?" Eli said pleasantly, gripping tighter onto Alan's shoulder. "And if you're so worried about squalor, it's a good thing we're not going to go to one of my safehouses, which are quite clean thank you very much, isn't it? The healer is slightly obsessed with being clean. And her spirit can heal the wounds instantly, making Helen's remarkable work easier. Not to mention, it'll be easier to hide out in a little known, comfortable healing shop than an opulent mansion everyone in the city could point the direction to."
 
"No offense," Alan said, slighty strained under Eli's increasing bulk. "I don't think your leg is going to hold out long enough to get to the South District." 
 
"I'm sure my home would be able to accomodate any injury related needs you may have as well," Drake added with a smug grin.
 
"Oh I swear by Aer I'm going beat his arrogant fucking grin off his face, then shoot him just to make sure..." Eli muttered under his breath to Alan, a quick glance at the girl to make sure she hadn't heard. Speaking louder he said, "Fine. Let's go to your mansion. But if we get attacked, don't say I didn't warn you."