[@Crusader Lord][@ryofu]

[b]Inn front of the cleaning house[/b]

With the blade deep in the Aeriths chest it was hard to believe there would be any resistance. It was rare for the little murderer to drop her guard but the sound of fighting behind her drew eyes, and her curiosity at the fate of this Hiro person was at its peak. As it just so happened the helpless victim was not so helpless, and the pain of teeth on flesh was an excruciating surprise. No stranger to pain, the assailant stifled their yelp of surprise and turned to glare at Aerith.
Eyes of the deepest crimson stared down with a cold fire of utmost hate as the knife lodged in their stomach twisted, eliciting a gasp that freed the hand from its painful imprisonment in Aeriths filthy mouth. The fight was on in full behind them but now it didn't matter.

Nothing but this moment mattered as pride and hate swirled behind the piercing glare.

"You should have laid down, like the bitch you are." 

The voice was even and dispassionate despite her soft tone, only adding to the intensity of her stare as the assailant reached beneath the cloak and bashed down hard into the foreigners face with the hilt of the dagger. Again and again the little killer smashed down until the rage fled her veins as the battle behind her concluded, much to her shock, in a tie. 

Not bothering to speak to Aerith, their face was bruised around their right eye, the assailant spat upon Aeriths chest and yanked the dagger free before rushing to their partners side. With them out of the fight it was wisest to leave, before other pesky folks arrived to investigate the noise. 

"Into the wagon!"

[b]”Gkkk!”[/b] The woman was unable to stand, but with the girl's help, she was able to stumble over to the cart before collapsing inside it. They left her club, neither of them were concerned enough to take it. With their partner in the wooden cart, the smaller assassin grasped the front end and pulled with all their might. Given their diminutive size the task was a challenge but thankfully the cart rolled off in haste, moments later disappearing from sight behind a corner without even a glance at Hiro as they departed.

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[@ZekariVoblis][@Rune_Alchemist]

[b]Clinic
[/b]
Mirt, arm entwined with the injured ‘hostess’ from the Darkened Honey establishment, offered an apologetic smile to the carefree and adorable fox girl and diligently ignored the ‘old married couple’ comment as a harmless jab. After all, Anyon was nearly half his age and still had the spring in their step of youth, whereas Mirt likely had the appearance of a skeleton with skin still on its bones.

“Aren’t you sweet.” His smile was genuine as his pace failed to slow, heading towards the hospital at the Hostesses instruction. “Anyon, play nice.” No doubt the volatile tempered young woman would have her words to say about being called old. Never one to let an insult pass it seemed obvious there would be conflict.
Business came before pleasure, sadly, as Mirt excused himself and aproched Donovan’s clinic. 

“Hello?” he hailed as he approached Donovan and Aer. “”I seek a man by the name of Donovan, with a request from Mistress Beladona.” 
Not wanting to be rude, Mirt merely held onto the hostesses arm as they awaited for a response.

Donovan looked Between Mirt and the woman he was holding onto. [b]”That'd be me.”[/b] The giant took a knee and examined the woman. [b]”This'll take some time to heal.”[/b] He turned to look at Mirt. [b]”Been a busy day. My help had other arrangements today. I can heal both of you, but it ain't gunna happen quickly.”[/b] He fret his brow. [b]”If ya don't mind me asking, how did it happen? Did the bandits do this to ya?”[/b]

The hostess looked away, embarrassed and ashamed. Mirt chimed in what he had been told by the Owner to spare the girls feelings on the subject. “For my own part, the injuries were sustained by a rather large dog. For the young lady it was a gentleman involved with, as I am told, a gambling den of some sort. Mistress Beladona tells me you have experience with this sort of trouble?”


[b]”Is that who she is? Lotta girls who work for her show up here. None of them say anythin' though. Too scared to come forward. I'd just assumed it was the bandits.”[/b] The giant placed his hands together and sighed. [b]”But I see a connection now. Periodically I get some prizefighters braggin' about their found riches. They ain't tell me anythin' about the girls involved though.”[/b] He shook his massive head. [b]”Belrigger is the name of the guy who sends them here. I don't know where they're stationed, but you could probably talk to one of them if you'd like. They come here all the time.”[/b]

“I have my doubts that they would be open mouthed on the wherabouts of their establishment. Are you positive none have come through here and mentioned a location in passing?” 

As if it was an afterthought, Mirt retrieved the small letter he had taken from the unfortunate guest at the Darkened Honey and passed it Donovan to inspect. The letter itself was nothing out of the ordinary, just documents for a delivery order of some kind, but there was a wax seal displaying a crest. One Mirt could not recognize.

[b]”Larchmond ?”[/b] The giant picked up the tiny letter in his massive hand. [b]”Lad's got some warehouses in the golden quarter. There's lots of money there too. Wouldn't surprise me if that's where they're playin' this.”[/b]

Taking back the letter with a bow, Mirt deposited it back into his robes for safe keeping. If it was an order for a shipment of something then that meant they were expecting company and supplies. Everything in the letter seemed to be food and drink to be collected from a separate supplier. Why order large stocks of perishables to a warehouse.. 

“Tell me, sir. Have you the name of a Merchant who could lend me a hand?”

[b]”A merchant?”[/b] The giant looked up at Mie. [b]”Only ones I know of are Fritzi and Mie over there. She seems like the adventurous sort. I'd try asking her before you talk to anyone else.”[/b]

“Thank you for your help on this matter. Please, take care of the young ladies injuries with all haste.”

Donovan gave Mirt a nod and walked Beladona into his Clinic. [b]”Afraid talkin’ about your mistress is gunna have to wait.”[/b]

[color=FFDEAD]"Then I’ll check back at a later time."[/color] Aer gave the monk a nod before departing.

Mirt bowed for a third time, bending so low the tip of his beard brushed against the ground and rose to his full height with a smile, turning to find the fox girl Mie. 

“Excuse me, Miss? How would you like to earn some coin for a days work.”