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Location: The citadel
Health: Good now he's eaten
Equipment: Traveling gear, climbing rope, his sword. Guard disguise.
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Tarwin ambled around the maze of corridors in the citadel for a good long while before he bumped into a set of patrolling guards, he was aware of the loud bells ringing out around him, he was not completely sure why though. "Halt!" They ordered. "What are you doing here?!" They demanded, just as he was about to answer-"You're no patrol officer! You're from the prison, explain yourself!" They interrupted. He quickly began to come up with an explanation but he suspected the guards before him were in no mind to wait so he began to speak before the story was fully formed. "The warden from the prison sent me up to send reinforcements down, things are really getting out of hand down there. That was a while ago though and I sort of got lost on my way back." The two guards exchanged a glance and one of them nodded slightly, they both returned their gaze to him. "They've managed to round up most of the escapees but apparently one group of especially dangerous prisoners broke off and pain vanished." Which explained the bells, the man frowned a little with his good eye, staying true to the act. "Especially dangerous?" He repeated. "Well we've only heard a few scratchy reports but it seems to be two great beats, a few elves and half breeds, some petty thief and that rogue prince." Tarwin nodded his head slowly. "Damn, and you don't know where they're heading?" They each shook their heads. "Well I guess I'd best head back down there and help them look if I can, which way is it?" 

After receiving directions which he wasn't going to use Tarwin set off trying to find a way out of the citadel, he'd spent far too long inside the place and he longed to get out of the entire city, treasure was waiting for him way out in the forgotten ruins of Baalor. He eventually found his way to the Eastern walls of the citadel, he glanced over to see the cause of a loud ruckus. It seemed that a set of mounted warriors were attacking some of the citadel's garrison, he watched on the walls for a while and eventually saw them depart along with the two beats and presumably the rest of the prisoners. As he looked on he heard someone shout behind him.

"Hey you!" Turning around Tarwin looked to see a group of heavily armed guards closing in along the walls, he glanced over his shoulder and saw more guards closing in. He had the strangest feeling of déjà vu. "What er...What's all this about?" He laughed slightly looking between the two groups. "Take off your helmet!" One officer ordered and Tarwin complied, removing the helmet and setting it down. "Well well well..." The officer stepped forward and drew his blade. "Thought you could escape in the chaos eh, eyepatch?" The officer was one who had visited the prison several times and taken a particular hatred towards Tarwin after he tried to crack a joke. "Long time no see." He laughed slightly bringing the point of the blade close to the man's throat. In response Tarwin raised his hands slowly and smirked. "How'd you track me down?" The officer chuckled, clearly proud of himself. "It wasn't hard, the guard patrols said someone with an eyepatch had been acting suspiciously, from there I knew you'd try to escape and I also knew you'd be stupid enough to try walking out the main gate." Tarwin moved his hands to slowly clap his hands, grinning as he did so. "Almost perfect, but one thing...I didn't plan on 'walking' out of here." The officer was about to speak but Tarwin brought a fist up to disarm the man of his blade, next he brought his free hand to grip the hook from his waist which he dug into the man's chest before kicking him from the wall and leaping off the opposite side. Using the officer to counter balance him he managed to slow himself enough and use the wall to get down without dying, though he did hurt his ankle pretty bad. He could hear frantic yelling from above and inside the wall, soon the gate opened up and a knight rushed out, Tarwin drew his sword and swung it high to knock the knight from his steed before leaping onto the horse himself. Laughing to himself as he rode off away from the city, he didn't even care about the knights coming after him, he was a free man and it felt good.

Instead of heading straight to the ruins Tarwin had to take a longer and less direct route to lose the knights that pursued him. He'd rode for a full day away from the citadel, then two days lying low in the woods and eating nettle soup, next he traveled looking for the ruins that all that had been about. Seven days after escaping prison Tarwin found himself riding a weary horse up the slope towards Baalor, he frowned slightly seeing a vaguely familiar banner and was somehow not surprised to find that the supposedly abandoned ruins were not so empty and untouched. "Halt!" Barked a sentry guard sounding also identical to the ones in the citadel. "Hey it's ok, I just want to know who you guys are working for." The sentry, a young and most likely ambitious soldier replied. "We are the soldiers of prince Mundhir!" To which Tarwin responded with a hearty laugh. "Well 'ain't that a stroke of luck? Me and the prince are old buddies!" He Adjusted his poncho slightly to look a little more presentable. "I'm kind of the reason he and the others got away from the prison." The sentry nodded and in a matter of minutes Tarwin was lead into the law house shortly after the prince had finished talking. "Hello everybody! It feels like it's been years since all of us were together." Laughing and clapping his hands together. "What have I missed?" He looked around at the familiar faces, quite relieved they were no longer kept so close in a cell or cramped hallway.