Camilla half carried both her companions up the stairs to the upper story. Choosing a room more or less at random she pulled open the door. THe small room held a bed and a window covered with glass so dusty it might have been stone. Below them came the sound of pounding feet and thumping staves. With the corner of a napkin Camilla rubbed at the glass, enough to see the black caped men of the Watch rush into the tavern. That was fast for a dive like the Taal's rest, suspiciously fast.

With quick efficiency she checked Cydric's shoulder. Fortunately it seemed that the ball had shed most of its force punching through his shield, and though the wound was bloody, the join't didn't appear to have been shattered. She laid a hand on the Ostlander's cheek in grateful relief and then checked over Ricardo. His wounds were more serious but not much more. The man wore a thick wollen undershirt beneath his finery and it had done much to soak up the force of the knife. The remeaining three inch cut was painful and bled more than Camilla would have liked but unless infections set in, she doubted it was mortal.

THe volume from below the stairs increased exponentially as the watchmen tore into the rioters with a vengeance. Camilla glanced at her two companions knowing that neither of them really ought to move but seeing no other choice.

[b]"We need to get out of here,"[/b] Camilla said, sparing a glance for the stairway.

[b]"Plenty of people saw you throw that dagger and I doubt the Innkepper will have any qualms about naming us as scapegoats. Especially you pretty boy,"[/b] she said sourly to Ricardo.

[b]"Do you think you can both get out the window?"[/b]

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