Jacob yawned and stretched as he walked down the street, he'd just arrived back in Ylisstol after weeks at sea. He'd been sea sick the whole trip there, been named the Champion Naga, nearly killed escaping Rosanne and sea sick the whole way back. Why did he agree to this again, oh right the Exalt had ordered him to go. She'd been like a mother to him and she was the ruler of the country so he did sort of have to obey her. Still he could have weaseled out of it if he tried, other ships had arrived back before them thanks to his ships delayed departure they'd gotten caught in storm.

People whispered and stared at him as he walked, word must have reach here before he had. People were already talking about him, he did wonder who they knew his face. It's not like... Never mind. He stopped in front of a tavern, the Church of Naga had a bounty on his head. Three crimes listed below a pretty good sketch of him Blasphemy, destruction of church property, and defacing of local monuments. He was only technically guilty of the last two and they were more of the church faults than his.

He ripped down the flyer and continued on towards the castle, the market was crowded and he figured bounty hunters and bandits would be watching the castle so he ducked though some back alleys towards the servants entrance. He stopped when out of the darkness stepped a couple of cloaked figures. They said nothing but drew knives, behind him he heard foot falls. He counted them out, three fighter by the sound of it maybe mercenaries. Between the two thieves in front a man stepped out, an archer. "Your him right? The tactician? I don't really care if your working for Naga or not, my boys and I need the money. Sorry kid but your not getting away." He told him, guy looked pretty sad about doing this but Jacob knew better, you always had a choice.

The archer was quick on the draw, getting an arrow quickly. Jacob dodged the shot just barely scraping his arm as he pulled his sword backing up to the wall as he they circle him the archer pulling back to watch from the far end of the street. Jacob held a spell book in one hand and his sword in the other looking between the surrounding enemies. "Well this is gonna suck, alright ladies." He spun his sword the book disappearing into his robes for later. "Whose first?" He regretted asking that thief leaped forward stabbing at him.