[color=fff79a][b][h3]Baraian Paladice[/h3][/b][/color]

[color=fff79a][i]Time: Noon-Night
Place: Roshmi Slums
Ambiance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbtZLkDOz5o[/i][/color]

The elf had remained mostly silent as they had made their way further and further away from the scene where the fight with the governor had taken place. Aside from the occasional grunt as he felt the stinging pain in his shoulder from where Terneus magic had burst through. They could not return to Ra Monde, and they could not go to a place of healing, so the vulpine's choice to lead them to the shadier parts of the city was a good idea. Even if such areas were the hunting grounds for bountyhunters. But at their situation there were very few safe places to go to, it was only when Kuroi began to first speak, appearantly to himself at first, that Baraian found his voice again. While abit more raspy than before, yet still with the same monotone touch to it.

[color=fff79a][b]"To think about what you should have done or should not have done will not change anything. What is reputation anyways, when history is written by the victor. Once the lich dies you can rewrite it all to your liking. I for certain would want to... erase a few things myself from history."[/b][/color] It didn't take the dark elf long before he coughed and he could feel how his arm had gotten slightly numb. It was troubling, but also a relief as constant pain would have been much worse.

[b][color=fff79a]"Suspicions? Well.. who can blame you. I am a dark elf... but remember.. a hero never wants to fight evil, he nontheless does it for no one else can, and for those who cannot. Fate is a curious thing, but I think it is fate that has driven you down this path. Not because you wanted to, but because you were meant to... as for your mother. They may already have taken her. I don't know how to set her free if that is the case. We cannot do it alone. Not in this condition..."[/color][/b] Baraian was leaning up against the side of the bench to where Kuroi had moments before sat on, looking directly to his vulpine companion. The dark elf had suspected that the vulpine were not overly much interested in supporting the rebellion, yet when he had stabbed that dead human... Kuroi had been ready to fight. That had told the dark elf enough about him as a person. He would not sit idly by while others would try to do as they please.

[b][color=fff79a]"As you know I passed on leadership, because I am not a grand leader myself. Even If how I passed leadership to her was despicable, I had to do it. Hope is the last thing that leaves your body. I too have it, or I would have been dead long ago. As how we are to survive from here on out, I do not know. There may be corrupt officials willing to aid us, but if they are willing to betray others, what's to say they won't do the same to us? Fighting the governor whose a plague on this world, and saving a companion from death by said villain is that how you believe your reputation has been tarnished?"[/color][/b] Baraian asked as he looked the vulpine over, his eyes tired and his hair more messy than normal.

[b][color=fff79a]"What I suggest is that we undertake some minor unlawful action tonight. We'll borrow some blankets or clothing from a clothingline then make our camp on top of one of the many houses in this district. It would keep up safe from most guards as they generally do not fly."[/color][/b] The dark elf explained and pointed to one of the nearby roofs. [color=fff79a][b]"We'll use the cloth to bandage our wounds and cover us during the night. In early morning we should return to Ra Monde for some healing aid and attire for the upcoming Roshmi ball. It will be a good moment to gather more information, and after we have gotten what we may aid your mother..."[/b][/color] He explained in a tired voice. It would be too risky to go for a healer tonight, or to find an inn to rest at. As they would be searched for rebels as possible hideouts for a night.