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The Veiled Isles

Lalli watched the assassin, like a hawk, listening to her speak, and analyzing every bit of it he could. He didn't take offense; he understood what she meant. Despite his distrust, the assassin went quite a ways to just speak to him, and wasn't even directly asking him what had happened. That put her in his good books, even though she- Jade, he faintly remembered- had killed others of his friends before. But no one was really his friends, and such is the life of the day.

So he walked over, and gently closed Elia's eyes, ignoring the assassin standing over him. He was alert, and ready to spring away if he even thought she moved, but nothing happened, and he stepped back. Staring at her with the same, almost innocent, childish, wide-eyed stare, he said nothing for several moments.

"Elia wanted to align the Guild with them to shift the balance of power. I warned her not to. But I came anyways. Wanted to watch; observe. Didn't know she'd die. Didn't know others were already dead." He stared at Elia, frowning, the hints of grief and sorrow tainting his expression.

Glancing back up at Jade, he asked, straightforward and somewhat clumsy with his own voice, "Do you have a plan? I will help, if you do."

The Veiled Isles

Lalli stared at the assassin, stomach twisting into knots. He can't beat an assassin. Run from, yes. Beat an elite one, no. But he wouldn't leave Elia's body here; even though they were strong, thieves having to be, he wasn't strong enough. And so he quickly thought up a solution, and replied, in his quiet, passive voice.

"Grab her. Follow."

Then he turned, and used a pile of boxes as sort-of stepping stones to jump up on the nearest roof. Crouching on the edge of it, he watched her until the assassin began taking ahold of Elia's body, and, at a much slower pace, started following him. Lalli didn't speak, he just made sure that he was plenty far ahead of her, running around on the rooftops, across boards purposely laid out over alleyways too wide to jump over, and occasionally places to climb down into the alleyways and snake through certain sections of the city, before climbing back up on the rooftops.

And the thing about it that was fascinating, was that not even Jade was aware of how extensive the network the ran along the roofing of the city was, and they hadn't even gotten to the underground part, yet. Either way, Lalli would go on ahead and then crouch on a ledge, the top of a house, a chimney even, and stare, almost like a cat. Not a sexy cat, mind you, more like a wide-eyed cat that that's about as threatening as a mouse.

Eventually they came to a stop on a roof in the lower, very much Guild-territory, which had a decent vantage point of the harbor here. Stopping Lalli waited for the exhausted assassin to catch up, before motioning vaguely at the ground. He knew Elia was dead- there was nothing he could do. But now he brought his body back into familiar territory, in record time!

So he just watched the high ranking assassin put his friend's body down, and asked, "Do you know who he was?"

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Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

He rolled his eyes at her straightening his clothes. And at her laughing. It made him feel... profoundly uncomfortable, at first, until he slowly got used to the sound. And his discomfort eased away as he slowly got used to it- then it ended. His infinite black mood- the one that's been lifting since he sparred with her- seemed to have temporarily disappeared.

And then she just reached up, and pulled him down, uncomfortably close to her face. And he really wanted to do something because she wasn't exactly repulsive. But no; she was just combing his hair. And nobody had done that since his mother had... done whatever she had done. He still didn't know if she was dead or alive. If she was simply gone, exiled, or dead.

And no one had run their fingers through his hair like Rayt did- she was trying to get the knots out, sure, but she didn't have to. Most servants would avoid being in the same room as him, and he had bought her, taken her right out of slavers' hands and put her under his control, under his command.

So he just stared at her, feeling vulnerable.

And then he was standing straight and tall again. He looked down at her, straightened his 'coat' as if it wasn't already straightened, and said, "Maybe I'll just sell the entire outfits to Ardany- use the gold to make more swords. Expensive stuff, you know. I'll probably allow people to wear leather armor stained the color of their jarldom, to make things simple. Anyhow, we won't have to leave for another few hours- it's at noon till nightfall, not in the morn. Too early for that."

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

/me throws chemicals