[center][h2][color=f26522]Cicero Bladewalker[/color][/h2][/center]

Cicero wrapped himself in a sizeable cloak and followed Dalious to the tavern. It was clear the man knew more about the seedy parts of the world then Cicero or Gwyn did. They could lay low and get information. At the first sign of betrayal from Dalious they could turn him in for his bounty. Of course..they could also get turned in themselves. It was a risk they had to make.

Cicero quietly muttered to Gwyn, [color=orange]"We can follow the scoundrel and figure out what we need to clear our names. He knows more about these places than either of us."[/color] 

Then he got his belongings together and followed Dalious to the tavern. It wasn't as welcoming as the ones he had entertained in his home city. Dark, musky and dirty. He kept his head on a swivel as he took a seat at a table in the corner with his back to the wall. His hood overshadowed his identity. He muttered to his companion, Gwyn, [color=orange]"We will need new identities if we are to blend in and not be caught. What do you think?"[/color]

Just then, a bar fight broke forth and sure enough, Dalious was at the center of it. Cicero held himself back from intervening thinking, [color=orange][i]"That man is a magnet for trouble.."[/i][/color] It was difficult to do, but Cicero remained seated and prayed that the scoundrel could get out alive and relatively unscathed.