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With Anyon in tow, the pair left the scene with whatever haste they could. Thanks to the healing he had recieved by his traveling companion and the knight, Mirts pace was only a tad slower than usual but frequently he would wheeze and cough and rely on Anyon to carry his weight until the pain faded enough for them to continue in silence. 
As the older of the two it was tradition that he lead them forward but as to what that meant oe where it would end up was anyones guess till the elder Monk decided to speak. Their footsteps beat a steady rythm as Mirt retraced his steps from before and ended up making a pitstop at the Darkened Honey. 
On the outside it seemed like a tavern of sorts but all the female staff were dressed in scandalous attire as they showed more flesh than most. When Anyon went to question the stop he merely pleaded her to have faith in his decision.

Anyon would not notice the customers slip away with a woman as she was merely asked to wait outside. With his clothes all bloody, he needed a wash and a clean set of clothes. 
Barely a half hour would pass and Mirt, still sore but dressed in borrowed robes adorned with his various items, finally emerged from within with a serious expression on his face and bloodied knuckles. The bath had been done as a favor from the owner of the establishment, Mistress Beladona, but it had come with a request of its own with dangerous implications.

First, 3 of the workers had been hired as private servers to a shady group somewhere in the city and their clientele had been rough with how they treated others. Worse still, they skipped the bill.
Second, a prize fighter for this shady bunch had been enjoying the establishment and had raised a hand to the Owner in her own home. Two bouncers were injured in the scuffle until Mirt had investigated the commotion and settled the issue with a quick lesson on the importance of paying your bills, respecting fine women, and being polite to the owner. The man in question currently suffered from a broken jaw, black eyes, and the offending hand had been shattered in a rather painful looking display of clever usage involving a doorframe.

On request from Mistress Beladona, Mirt had been given a request with promise of handsome payment. The bath had been covered as a thank you for handling the miscreant, fresh robes as a gift, and a coded password to enter the shady establishment.
The mission was fairly simple. Having been robbed of fairly earned coin and her property/staff being mistreated despite the agreement between both parties, Mirt was asked to aid the Darkened Honey in retrieving their end of the bargain. Not normally a thug for hire, Mirt knew her anger was justified and had agreed. 

With a server, clad in a frightfilly short dress and wrapped in a simple brown cloak, Mort escorted the injured woman from the establishment with a direction in mind. A mutual contact of the establishment that often took great care of injured workers sent his way.
Sweeping up Anyon in their wake, Mirts eyes were aflame with a burning hatred.

"Anyon. We are heading to a doctor on request of the owner. Our services have been purchased to retrieve payment for damaged property." A grim smile crept along his face as he looked Anyon in the eyes before continuing. "How would you like to be my prize fighter for our next mission?" 

As the 3 walked through the district, Mirt filled in Anyon with the details of their mission before arriving at their destination. A healer by the name of Donovan.