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[color=1BEFF2]Time: 7 pm
Location: River Port
Interactions: Arn [@Omni5876], Rue[@Potter]
Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (1 ounce), rolling papers, and 33 amas. [/color]
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[color=1BEFF2]“Offended? You, Arn, pretended to be just a simple medic and that was a lie. But Rue makes a point, it is a dangerous time for royalty. Targets of dark elf assassins and all that. But you didn’t think to mention that traveling with you was more dangerous than alone. Because you wanted companions. What does it matter, the danger you put others in, as long as you get what you want. So no, Arn, there is no trust between us.”[/color] [color=B3E3E4]Bowyn paced as he spoke, agitation growing as he did so. Annoyed that Arn was acting as if Bowyn was overreacting, as if Arn was somehow the one who had been wronged here. Then Arn tried to walk out like he deserved the last word in all of this. And there was Rue. Rue who seemed to think food and fresh air were a solution to this as if that was a solution to anything. Bowyn’s cold gaze turned to her. Part of him wanted to let it go, to just get along with the both of them for Rue’s sake, because she asked, because it was Rue. 

But that was such a small part, remnants who was, just a whisper in the back of his mind. Everything that he was now was so much louder, and it screamed at him. Drive wedges. Burn bridges. [color=1BEFF2][i]You don’t need them. Not Arn. Not Rue. You’re better off alone. They’re better off without you.[/i][/color] And it felt true. He wanted to make sure Rue stayed safe, he really did, but he couldn’t. Not during a war, not when he’d been unable to keep himself safe. If Arn really was a good man who meant all he said, Bowyn would be no good to him either. Because Bowyn wanted to destroy things, to bring himself pain. 

[color=1BEFF2]“You think you can tell when a total stranger plans to betray you? That knowing someone for a few hours is enough to trust them? That’s awfully naive of you Rue. How long have been gone from the village, out in the rest of the world? Maybe it’s about time you grew up.”[/color] Bowyn stopped pacing and took a moment to calm his tone. His words had come out harsh but he had meant them. [color=1BEFF2][i]You can’t just go around trusting people so easily. She had to know that. Had to know how dangerous that was.[/i][/color]

[color=1BEFF2]“Maybe you’re right, maybe I do need fresh air. It’s very crowded in here.”[/color] Walking away from Rue hurt so that’s what he did. Maybe not the kind of pain he actively sought; not as fun as black eyes and split lips, but it worked just the same. Pain brought comfort, distraction, and it fueled the rage he needed to keep going. He needed to be out of the inn and away from things so far from his control.[/color]