Ronken tightened his grip on the bag, not wishing to ever let it go. With the world's biggest smile on his face he said, [b]"Just call me your delivery boy then."[/b]

He wasn't sure how, or when he was going to deliver the letter. A part of Ronken just wanted to take the money and run. If the guard managed to get that poll out of their ass long enough to let the strangers in then he was right as rain. But he wasn't willing to count on that. At the same time he'd had enough scuffles with them during riots to not want to charge the door. Least not now, having just spent all of last night in the ring.

It dawned on Ronken that [i]maybe[/i] it would be a good idea to ask some questions about the job.

[b]"So uhm, do ya have any idea how-"[/b]

[i]RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT
BANG! BANG! BANGBANG! [b]BOOM! BOOMBOOM! BOOM![/b][/i]

For second time today, Ronken may have screamed then. But, again, just a bit!

This time was far worse though. By instinct he held his hands to his ears. Eyes wincing from the shock. 

There it was, he had been expecting it, but a certain woman and bag of coin had distracted him. Just like a decade ago. After the alarms came the artillery. Scared the whole city witless, no one had been through it before.

Ronken didn't dare remove his hands, the canons and guns still roaring. He was practically deafened. The pounding angering his headache.

As soon as it started, the gun fire stopped. And then a second after, the canons too. His ears rang, but it had ended. 

The woman still stood in front of him, seeming unmoved. He faked a laugh and said, [b]"Bloody guns, right?"[/b]

Suddenly he was shoved from behind by some old man running by. He was going to grab him when he was shoved again. This time by some short woman. Then again, again, and again. 

By the time that Ronken understood that the mob was stampeding it was too late. He had had his feet stepped on, been spun around madly, and finally pushed to the ground. He'd been in enough riots to know that falling down in a panic was a death sentence. 

Punching, pushing, and fighting he managed to get up. His employer was gone, all he saw was running strangers. And all he heard was their screaming and the ringing of his own ears.

Disorientated and confused, he just started running. He shoved passerby as needed, his only care getting somewhere, [i]anywhere[/i], else.

Finally the crowd broke and he found himself at the door he had been huddled around not ten minutes prior.

He groaned and muttered a curse.

Snaked up and around the walls were creatures beyond Ronken's understanding. All he could make out were twisted black forms, with eyes that stared through him.

Surprisingly there were some guards still doing their freakin jobs. Sorta. They had their guns clenched tight and stood frozen at the sight of the monsters. Looked like they were gonna piss themselves.

[b]"Don't just stand there! Shoot you idiots!!"[/b] Ronken yelled at them as he ran for door filled with, he hoped, the travelers. This hadn't been his first choice, but he thought he may as well make the best of it.

He spotted someone stumbling through the door, his eyes flickering to the a mask on their person. He sighed with relief.

Ronken ran to them and tightly grabbed their arm. He yelled, [b]"Special delivery!!"[/b] before he shoved the crumpled letter into their chest.

And then he ran like hell with his new [i]friend[/i].

He really hoped that mask was brass.