(Holden d'Alnharte (MAIN), Outside of Paline, Praelium)

"Where do you hail from? And to grant an audience with the Tyrannus is a bit more complicated than just asking nicely."

The Exile was not surprised by the patrol's reaction. He was all too familiar with the tactic, but this time he was not in a foreign land to shed blood. He remained still, allowing them to feel less threatened by his presence.

Holden was unappreciative of the blade at his throat, but remained compliant for the time being. He was outnumbered and surrounded; a fool would think they had a chance of fighting their way out. "[color=f26522]I'm a former marine, from the Royal Navy of On'hino. I came here to seek refuge, and warn your leader of the impending danger to Praelium.[/color]" Moving one of his hands slowly, he reached to his belt, and slipped a roll of paper free. "[color=f26522]This is a report I took off a spy a week ago. He took the liberty of listing out patrol density, when the guards change shifts, and the optimal approaches to assault your naval hub. That's how I knew to come here. While I've done you the courtesy of killing the spy, I doubt little that he was alone.[/color]" 

He looked to the soldier with a blade at his throat, and offered the paper. The steel fang against his flesh was a feeling he knew all too well. "[color=f26522]If you'd like to examine the papers, yourself, you're more than welcome to,[/color]" Holden said, "[color=f26522]but do so while we move.[/color]" He glanced to either side of him, calculating the risk of dispatching the patrol should they choose to ignore his warnings. 

"[color=f26522]Or, if you'd rather ignore my warning,[/color]" he said, "[color=f26522]I'll be on my way.[/color]" His body tensed; it reacted to the tension in the air.