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[color=8a0303][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[color=8a0303][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Vanarosa
[color=8a0303][b]Mention(s):[/b][/color] Tanithil [@Lava Alckon], Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos]
[color=8a0303][b]Interaction(s):[/b][/color] Captain Drosis [@Blizz], Amisra [@Tae]
[hider=Equipment] Two [url=https://i.imgur.com/2JKnP1O.png]short swords[/url], two (concealed) [url=https://i.imgur.com/25iypLP.jpg]daggers[/url], two [url=https://i.imgur.com/7wXI3ik.jpg]pistols[/url], 410 amas.[/hider]
[/cell][/row][/table][indent][color=af002a]“Got it, captain,”[/color] Arlen nodded at the response. The older elf was right, no need to worry about what ifs. They had better things to do.

[color=af002a]“The child works,”[/color] Arlen smirked. [color=af002a]“Our adopted little menace, hm?”[/color] he huffed, amused, continuing the impromptu massage. He could feel her tension dissipating, and a warm, happy smile formed. He was glad he’d been able to help her relax, even if just for a little bit.

[color=af002a]“You’re welcome,”[/color] he returned quietly, tone brimming with the care he held for his friend. When she leaned into him, he offered her a gentle hug from behind. Then, feeling she was ready to get up, he let her go. Before she stood up, she glanced back, catching his gaze. Arlen held it, expression openly fond as he grinned at her.

He huffed a laugh at Amisra’s decision, backed up by the captain’s assertion. [color=af002a]“You’re right, if they didn’t get into trouble by now, we should be asking if they’re still the people we know,”[/color] he joked.

The captain led the way out, and he followed Drosis alongside Amisra. When the dark elf princess looked at him, he gave her a firm nod. If Tanithil and Ismael were in a situation, they’d just help them out of it.

He scanned the alleyways as they traversed the city’s least reputable streets – and that was saying something.

Amisra was the first to notice their wayward allies. He had to press a fist against his mouth to stop a chuckle, smiling at her antics. He wasn’t concerned about the thugs; his group outnumbered, outskilled, and overpowered them easily. Unless the thugs had some backup somewhere, this wouldn’t be difficult.

Despite his confidence, Arlen retained a level of caution as he scaled a nearby building’s wall, unseen to the enemy. Once on the roof, he fired one of his pistols – intentionally missing, but nearly grazing the fairy. 

Then, just in case any of the four thugs were smart enough to look up, he stealthily moved alongside the roof, changing his position. If the thugs left, good. If they were stupid enough to stay, the next bullet would be going through someone’s head. Arlen reloaded, waiting to see what happened.

[hider=TLDR]Talks with the captain and Amisra before following them, only to find Ismael and Tanithil surrounded by thugs. Climbs a wall, gets onto the roof, and fires a warning shot. Reloads, getting ready to kill if the four thugs don't leave.[/hider][/indent][/color]