2 Iron Guardsmen, 1 Iron Guardsmen arrive, following Calaudrin.

6 Crimson Blades Sergeant, Jacob, Oak, the brown-coated War Horse arrive, following Tobias.

Jacob have been dismissed.

(220Late in the evening on a cool spring night, Prince Aiden Grayson has decided to take a stroll through the city. This is, after all a Grayson city. Why shouldn't he be allowed to walk its streets and see to it's people?

The streets in this part of the boroughs have become overcrowded. Missions before the siege helped being refugees in to the city to protect them. Housing has become scarce here. Tenets erected on every street corner. And as weeks and weeks of siege holding go by, they become restless.

One such thug of the bunch spots the well dressed, sparkling Grayson Prince walking by and with a knife drawn, sneaks up beside him and pulls the blade to his throat. "You look like you've got some change to spare. Why don't you hand it over." As the lead thug moves and pulls Prince Aiden aside, a few others in his family and crew begin together. Glints of steel shining in the moonlight.

Late in the evening on a cool spring night, Prince Aiden Grayson has decided to take a stroll through the city. This is, after all a Grayson city. Why shouldn't he be allowed to walk its streets and see to it's people?

The streets in this part of the boroughs have become overcrowded. Missions before the siege helped being refugees in to the city to protect them. Housing has become scarce here. Tenets erected on every street corner. And as weeks and weeks of siege holding go by, they become restless.

One such thug of the bunch spots the well dressed, sparkling Grayson Prince walking by and with a knife drawn, sneaks up beside him and pulls the blade to his throat. "You look like you've got some change to spare. Why don't you hand it over." As the lead thug moves and pulls Prince Aiden aside, a few others in his family and crew begin together. Glints of steel shining in the moonlight.

Silas checked dexterity + stealth against difficulty 20, resulting in 28, 8 higher than the difficulty.

Killian is, as it happens, lurking in the area on other business. He's not any less an outsider in this place, but the young knight has a heavy cloak of forest green over his armor, partially obscuring his form. There's no mistaking the fact of the armored presence, but with the hood up, most people give him a fair space, he's obviously there prepared for business. He drifts, without specific destination it would seem, along the streets of the Lower Boroughs on some strange patrol all his own, seemingly preoccupied with his task.

Rather less out of place in his plainer armor and mingling easily with the crowds of toughs in this part of town, Agnarr seems merely to be on a jaunt, his flask gripped in his left gauntlet and nursed as he wanders down the streets. Maybe he forgot where the Murder is again, or wants some boots from Torian's shop.

Aiden's guard, was somewhere lagging behind and likely dealt with in a fashion that will distract and seperate the guard from the Prince. That's how it works. The princling appeared to be heading for the hide and shadows, a place where he was told to get his leather reworked, when he was abruptly grabbed and felt that sharp edged blade against him. There's a few natural instincts that run through him, to fight, flight, or freeze. He does the very latter of these options, making a little yelp of a sound as he's hauled aside into one of the side alleys, so it's not such a public display and so that his guard loses sight of him. "You can take my coin pouch... It has a few hundred silver in it...!"

Silas does, occasionally, take a stroll into the city. He is not with his usual retinue, but most people know better than to attempt to mug the Lord Commander of the Iron Guard, even if they're in a group: even if they can overwhelm him, there is always likely twenty more nearby! The group of suspicious individuals at the end of the street draws his attention, and veeeery quietly he begins his approach. His hand goes to hilt of the blade strapped at his side...

    And the tip of the sword gently nudges the thug nearest to him in the small of his back.

The steady clanking of armor to street starts to get closer and closer as a twenty man squad of Crimson Blades in a twin column formation walks down the street, with Tobias at the front. The rubicund suited Lord General has his left hand idling on his sword, while his crimson cape flows slightly with the wind. Upon seeing the sudden hostage though, Tobias holds up a fisted hand, signalling a halt to the men behind him, before he gives a flat hand out to gesture to the crowd, "Squad, surround and lock down." Tobias commands, before he slips on his helm, pulling out his Alaricite sword and joining his men as two ten heavy infantry teams block both ways in and out.

It's not unknown for Calaudrin to just wander around sometimes. The gathering of individuals at the end of the street catches his attention and he begins to wander that way. As he nears them, his eyes widen at the sight of Prince Aiden being held by a blade. With his hand going to the sword at his belt, his hand twitches. His direction veers towards them until he's somewhere behind Silas but off to the side. The arrival of the Crimson Blades catches his attention and his eyes shift that way.

Sparte isn't in close proximity, but his lantern is bright and he is an obvious iron guard out in the open and unapologetic about it. He is both stealthless, and oblivious to the unfolding situation. At the moment he is talking fairly loudly with a few of the locals about words that rhyme with potato. "Well there is dough, or glow... I don't really know how I'd get potato to flow into glow. Oh, flow too!" But even he isn't oblivious enough to miss a mass of Crimson Blade showing up. A turn of his head and a look to see what the fuss is this time. "Oh, huh. Maybe talk later."

Tobias checked command + leadership against difficulty 15, resulting in 64, 49 higher than the difficulty.

As Silas sneaks up on one of the refugee bystanders who seems to be loosely associated wit the thug in question, the man with a sword tip in his back straightens up suddenly and yelps a little. "Wasn't me. I dun nothin wrong!" He has his hands on no weapons and doesn't reach for any either. The Lord Commander seems to have cornered one of the more cooperative ones of the bunch.

Aiden, however, is not so lucky. The thug who has him and blade point, a twisted sharp little thing pulled to the princes neck, snags the coin purse from his pocket and begins edging the Prince further down the alley. "That bow of yours looks pretty well made. How about you slip it off and let us defend ourselves, yeah?"

Tobias ans his two patrol men begin to close off the first exit leading off to the alley way the the refugee thug has begun pulling Prince Aiden. But there are still a dozen or so between them and the Prince.

Silas checked command + intimidation against difficulty 20, resulting in 5, 15 lower than the difficulty.

Aiden has his hands up and watches as his coin purse is yanked from a pocket, getting led back further from the common square and into that dark dungy alley which bends and forks to other streets, dingy buildings, all the parts of the Boroughs that would give the Prince the skeevies for being down here! "No... No, you can't have that!" Aiden tells the thug that's hauling him further away from all that help, wincing as the wicked blade starts to prick and pull against his neck as he's dragged back.

"Let him go," Silas projects his voice towards the man dragging Aiden away, his sword still fixed at his companion's back. The man was unarmed, and Silas could deduce that the others weren't likely going to care if he was slain, but having one at his mercy was still better than having none. "That will be the last warning you get."

Agnarr checked dexterity + huge wpn against difficulty 15, resulting in 70, 55 higher than the difficulty.

"Ought pay me for this one," Agnarr looses in a low mutter Silas's way - priorities always in mind - and then he's stepping forwards to another one of the refugee-thugs/accomplices before he can take off, drawing his warsword from his hip in one smooth motion ... and clocking the man heavily on the head with its solid pommel. Ow, that concussion.

Killian checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 16, 4 lower than the difficulty.

Calaudrin swings his bow into position and clears his throat, nocking an arrow. "Don't want to shoot at citizens..." He mutters, more to himself than anyone else. But he's resigned to it. More self-contained muttering: "Don't know why people having to be robbing princes." He hasn't taken a move to hurt anyone yet, but he will at Silas' word. He's at the ready.

Clank. Clank. Clank. It's a slow, intimidating march. Tobias, and the two Crimson Blades at his side keep dead set pace with the robber. Anyone who tries to get near them? They get the flat side of blades, or just shoved aside. The blood red armored behemoth just keeps his intense focus on the hostage taker, "There is nowhere we cannot find you, and we have your face. The Lord Commander is here. I am here. So are other fairly talented warriors. There is no scenario to this that ends with you getting away without consequence here."

The sound of the rabble, the movements of the thugs, the general tension that grows suddenly..it's enough to get Killian's attention and he realizes what is happening in a moment. His path shifts, moving up the exterior stairs to a second floor apartment, then transitioning over to the ledge running the length of the building beside, before he simply walks off of the end of the ledge and drops down into the alleyway. Loudly. Right amidst the group of ne'er do wells. His cloak is thrown back in one fluid motion, fluttering to the alley floor in the process, revealing a fully armored Knight of Grayson in shimmering plate as he growls out in a low voice. "You have your hands upon the brother of a dear friend, who has sacrificed more for your pathetic life than you could ever understand..if you have not dropped your weapons and apologized to him in the next three heartbeats, I will personally see to the judgment you deserve.." The growly voice hopefully helps hide how bad that fall hurt.

As the thug with his knife to Aiden's neck starts to see the commotion around him, he tugs the Prince a little tighter and edges him deeper and deeper in to the alley way. It is tent city back here! One doesn't really know where another refugee will come from in the mess of blankets strung up by ropes and tents poking out along all the building edges! An absolute tactically chaotic situation! "I think its better put to use in my hands than it is in yours. Yer lot aint even attacked the damn bringers out there! You're just sittin pretty and bidin your time while we wait and do nothin." The thug starts to us his other hand to tug the fancy rubicund bow away from Aiden.

As Lord Commander Silas speaks up and commands the thugs to 'let him go!', they begin to laugh. The Iron Guard commander is a lot of things, a strong leader, an organized force. But an intimidating voice, he is not. It is clear they ignore his words and begin to warm and protect the thug doing the dirty work.

When Agnarr makes his move, the pommel of his sword hits the back of one of the refugees heads with a solid THUD. The man collapses and Agnarr makes his advance with a calm collected nature.

Killian makes a daring, silent leap down in to the alley way from above! At least, it would have been silent if he didn't fall to his kneel with a loud CLANG! That hurt. A twisted ankle perhaps? But the adrenaline of the moment has him up on his feet and flanking the refugee thug. The perfect position to start taking a strike perhaps!

Lord Tobias and his men begin a slow march down the alley way, shoving aside innocent bystanders, knocking away those who might on look. They begin to grumble and get irritated by the Valardin Lord and his group of sell swords! But they step back none the less. Calaudrin seems to have a close eye on the situation as well, following along with his Lord Commander's word!

Aiden's hands lift up to stall those who are trying to persuade the thug to leave off when there's still a knife to his throat! All it would take is a quick decisive motion of that blade and it would split his neck clean open and that would be the end of a Grayson. "I don't... know who you are, but I /have/ fought Bringers! I used this bow to do it too, I'm a Grayson! I am supposed to be on the walls soon, to fight them! Please mister, you can take the silver, but not the bow. My sister gave it to me! It's all I have to defend the city with...!" His eyes were getting wider because that twisted sharp blade was digging in as he was grappled tighter and hauled steadily backward, toward tent city. His own voice was on the verge of panic.

"So what is all this ruckus here then?" Sparte is wandering off, lantern bobbing about to shine a light on the situation. "We've people what outside the gates ready to oblige if folks want to be fighting." He hasn't reached for his weapon yet, or really seen who all is involved or what is going on clearly.

His frown deepens when the men ignore his commands. His eyes flicker towards Calaudrin, Agnarr, Killian, and whomever else may be in close proximity. "They're not very bright. That's not a good thing." The man he was threatening is shoved aside, away from the gathering so he couldn't pose a hazard. His blue eyes go to Aiden. "Aiden, give him the bow." Really, if it was between forking over that or getting a Grayson prince killed, he was going to choose the former. The Lord Commander makes no further advance, hoping the others had the sense not to worsen the situation.

Aiden hear's a familiar voice and he tries to look back up the alley, was that the Lord Commander? The order to surrender the bow has him wince as he can feel the rubicund bow being tugged at.

Calaudrin's arm is lowered, but there's a tension to his body to indicate that he could spring into action as soon as he's notified. Gradually, he side-steps, trying to maximize his view of Aiden and his hostage taker. His eyes cut to Silas, his gaze steadily moving between the situation and his boss. He's silent, not willing to risk saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Killian considers the situation, and the fact that the Prince is between him and the fool he currently wants to kill. "You are greedy..that's a failing, but it's a common one. But you're also foolish, and that makes you troublesome..the bow is worthless to you, it's known to be the weapon of a nobleman, and someone is going to sell you out for a reward if you take it. They also won't buy it, it's too dangerous..and if you hurt the young Prince, well, House Grayson will take the city apart to find you, and the only place you can run is into the arms of the Bringers.." he pats the purse at his waist, "I have twenty five hundred silver pieces that you can take and walk away with..it seems a much better offer than a worthless bow, doesn't it?" he asks, before drawing his steel sword, "twenty five hundred silver pieces you don't have to bleed for at all, or..well, the alternatives aren't pleasant my friend."

Pushing the felled man to the side, who is like to have a headache if not outright dead (though he doesn't care right now), Agnarr continues to advance up the street, though e slows at Silas's advice and grips his warsword, resting its edge on his shoulder when Killian goes on to try to negotiate.

Aiden drops Eagle Strike, a Grayson Bow.

Killian checked charm + manipulation against difficulty 15, resulting in 12, 3 lower than the difficulty.

As Aiden pleads for his bow the thug laughs. "This is -all you have-. Haha! You know nothing of poverty. Nothing of need. Filthy silk." He spits at Aiden as he takes the bow. "Listen to your Lord Commander. Your life isn't worth a bow. But mine is."

Meanwhile, Killian is yelling out an offer. '2500 silver!' he yells. But the Thug is too caught up in his prize a -Grayson- bow to even consider the money offer.

Silas' words and Calaudrin's readily brawn bow string make the Thug think twice about what he has just done. But he sees Tobias an his two men coming for him. And Agnarr bopping heads along the way.... and he decides to make a run for it!

The Thug quickly stabs Aiden in the leg, so he can't run, and heads back to try and evade the guards following him!

((Chase scene! Dexterity + athletics at 30 for anyone chasing the thug down the narrow alley way!))

Calypso picks up Eagle Strike, a Grayson Bow.

Tobias checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 30, resulting in 37, 7 higher than the difficulty.

Killian calls out immediately, "I have the Prince," to the others, cause..well..he may have a gimp ankle or he may not. It's hard to tell. He stalks immediately towards the injured Aiden, moving to guard him against any other thugs or troublemakers, the hand not holding a sword offered for support as he asks, "How bad is it?" in a worried tone. His priority seems to entirely be the well being of yon young nobleman.

Agnarr checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 30, resulting in 28, 2 lower than the difficulty.

Silas checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 30, resulting in 46, 16 higher than the difficulty.

Shieet, the prize is starting to run off (for one who stabs a Grayson is bound to have a head worth a fair number.) Agnarr breaks out into a run, gripping his warsword at the ricasso, barreling through the alley, though at a poor start.

Aiden checked composure against difficulty 15, resulting in 15, 0 higher than the difficulty.

Calaudrin watches as the man dashes off into shantytown. He sighs and rolls his eyes at the sky. "This place is really going to hell." Then he steps into the chaos to get up near Killian and Aiden, standing watch over them in case anyone else gets any brilliant ideas tonight.

Silas cries out and moves forward when Aiden is stabbed, but thankfully Killian was there before he was. "Thank you, Lord Ashford. Get him to safety!" And although the Lord Commander was initially distracted, he turns on his heel and begins sprinting after the man... and in spite of being in clunky armor, he steadily catches up.

Aiden flinches against the venomous spit that is directed at him, wincing at the hatred for 'silks' in the thug's voice. He feels the bow slide from his back and decides his life was worth more than a bow, feeling a moment sad that the thug feels differently. It was going to be okay though, until Aiden feels the sharp stab of the knife hot through his leathers and slicing through muscle to sink deep. He yelps out in pain as he's shoved forward and sent stumbling, his hand holding his leg as he hates a hard landing, blood already gushing warm between his fingers. His hand clamps over the wound, staying rather calm despite the blood oozing, "I'm fine..."

hates a hard landing=takes a hard landing*

"Keep guard over the Prince. I'll handle this asshole." Tobias orders of his men before the armored behemoth starts to *fly*. Loud clanking can be heard as Tobias quickly starts to close the distance, his sword in a stand by position as he gives chase.

Sparte doesn't take chase after the thief. No, he stays there with the lantern, looking over all the people who, well, are still there. Oh, a Prince. "Evening your highness. Um..." He tilts his head a touch. "Were you just... Robbed?"

As the refugee makes off with the bow in hand he begins to dodge and weave through the crowded alley way, looking for any opportunity to duck in and make an escape!

Tobias is the first to rush in after the thug! He keeps right on his heel! Just inches away from garbing the man's shirt!

Agnarr is not far behind Tobias at all! It is a prize worth catching up to for a sell-sword after all! What wouldn't the Grayson's pay to have their Prince's prized bow returned? Unfortunately he gets caught up in the tents scattered around and goes tumbling down, taking him out of the race entirely!

Even if it takes him a moment to get up the pace, Lord Commander Silas is swiftly right along side Lord Tobias, inches away from the thug! A few careful dodges and weaves in the narrow alley at Silas makes contact with the thug, grabbing his clothes enough to slow him down!

Prince Aiden is badly injured, his leg bleeding fairly profusely. Killian, Calaudrin and Sparte have him surrounded and protected from any others who might get smart ideas!

((Silas, your next actions please! The Thug still has a knife and now a bow in hand))

Aiden looks up at Sparte, though his hand isn't making the grade for a bandage. There's too much blood, he is actually bleeding profusely and his response to Killian had been a self contained bold faced facade. The amount of blood that's pooling underneath his leg should give the other's warning. Aiden's head starts to bob a little oddly, his eyes doing a half roll and lids getting lazy and tired.

Killian glances around, assessing the situation. They're badly outnumbered, but far better armed and armored. He eyes that bleeding leg though, dubiously for a moment, before he looks to the two men Tobias left with them. "Could the two of you assist the Prince?" he asks of t he pair of them, careful to make sure it's a request and not attempting to order them. He looks up and down the alley then and announces, "We're going to take the Prince for medical attention," and draws his second blade, the shimmering alaricite sword glinting in almost unnatural brightness as he wields both longswords with obvious skill, "if anyone else wants to need medical attention, feel free to get in our way. Otherwise, I suggest you find meaningful business to be about. Elsewhere." he glares around, "Now."

When no one immediately moves to tackle him/them, Calaudrin narrows his eyes and throws around a lot of really dirty looks. No smart ideas! No thinking! Then he kneels to take a gander at the prince's bleeding leg. "Well, my lord. Your leg looks like shit." He remarks dryly. Looking up at Killian, "We might want to at least wrap up his wound before we go hauling him off. I'm not a man of medicine but..." He's just going out on a limb here.

Silas checked dexterity + medium wpn against difficulty 15, resulting in 47, 32 higher than the difficulty.

Sparte hangs the lantern on a hook at his belt, tugging off a gauntlet to reveal the bandages on his arm. They're fresh, he pre-bandages, because that is just how his days go sometimes. He hurriedly starts unwinding it from his arm, bending down to examine Aiden more closely. "I'll take that as a yes. Stay awake yer highness." He glances over to Killian. "I need a chunk of silk for the wound, quick like."

He doesn't make it. His run ending in disappointment, Agnarr figures when Silas makes it to the thug first, "Least have the commander get a win for once."

Calypso checked dexterity + dodge against difficulty 15, resulting in 16, 1 higher than the difficulty.

Sparte checked dexterity + medicine against difficulty 15, resulting in 20, 5 higher than the difficulty.

The Knight gives a glance back at the guardsmen, "By all means, do what you can," said to Calaudrin before Sparte starts asking for silk, "terribly sorry, I think I left all of my silk shirts in my other suit of plate armor.."

Silas gets ahold of the man's garb and jerks him back with a strong pull, then launches himself forward to tackle the thug and essentially use his steel armor as a weapon instead of the sword in his hand. The two fall to the ground in a loud clatter limbs flailing and metal clashing into metal. It's wrestling time!

Calypso checked dexterity + medium wpn against difficulty 15, resulting in 28, 13 higher than the difficulty.

"I don't have silk, but I've got a cotton shirt on under this. Better than nothing." He goes through the process of unstrapping his gauntlets, exposing the end of his shirt sleeve. Taking a knife from his belt, he'll get away a good chunk of it. Hopefully Calaudrin has more shirts. Then he hands it off to Sparte.

Aiden checked stamina against difficulty 15, resulting in 11, 4 lower than the difficulty.

The thug is jerked backwards as Silas gets a hold of him! The pair of them fall to the floor in a glorious clamor of armor, scraps, fists and blades! Its a real whirlwind of a kerfuffle. Silas lands a solid blow against the Thug but he is not giving up his prize so easily! The thug makes a strike back at the Lord Commander, all though not nearly as effective! The man growls at him.

"You take us from our lands, and hole us up in this city of filth! What do you expect? Give me the bow and let me be on my way!" The thug starts to try and reason with the Lord Commander. Stubborn asshole that he is, he thinks he can still get away with it!

The men back with Prince Aiden seem to be doing their best to disburse the crowd there and take care fo a few field bandages for the Princes's gushing leg.

((Tobias and Agnarr are close enough to make actions now against the thug.))

Agnarr has rolled a critical success!
Agnarr checked dexterity + huge wpn against difficulty 10, resulting in 108, 98 higher than the difficulty.

As much as Aiden tries to resist, his head bobs again and his muscles relax, his hand falling away from the wound as he starts to slump. Good thing Sparte was there!

Reversing his warsword and gripping it by the stout blade, Agnarr moves in when the opportunity presents itself. No word precedes it - instead he raises his warsword up high and smacks the pommel of the weapon right into the thug's cranium. That's ... not going to be pretty, especially for Silas who has a front seat.

It doesn't take long for Tobias to catch up. He isn't Iron Guard, but he is a contracted mercenary defending the city, along with 400 of his men. So making sure the peace is kept is essentially a secondary duty! With Silas wrestling the man now though, Tobias stops next to them, his blade at the ready. "Need help there?" Any other time, and that'd sound like a smartass quip. Instead, the Lord General makes the request sound serious as he waits for a solid opening.

The two back at Aiden? They give each other a look, then move to help with the Prince, assisting the man.

Sparte pulls a bootknife out, one he probably uses for eating more than fighting, and STABS Aiden - right in the lining for his armor, severing a strap to give better access to the wound. He eyes the shirt, wrapping it a few times to get a ball. "This'll hurt a bit, but that'll help you stay awake! Soooo go with it." In he jams it under the armor. Then comes the bandage wrap, holding it in place. "Should hold him until we get to a mercy."

"You idiot! Just give u--" The knife the man attempts to stab him with scrapes against his steel plate and Silas struggles to keep him pinned. He raises his sword over his head, intending to use the pommel, until... Agnarr's weapon comes down and smashes the thug's head in without warning. Silas blinks owlishly when bits of blood, brain and skull get in his eyes.

Aiden checked dexterity + brawl against difficulty 15, resulting in 25, 10 higher than the difficulty.

Sparte checked dexterity + dodge against difficulty 15, resulting in 35, 20 higher than the difficulty.

The thug grips tightly on to the Grayson bow, desperate to hold on to his prize. Whatever he can do to scrape together for his people. Pinned down by the Lord Commander, he really can't go anywhere! And then.. it happens.

The very end of Agnarr's sword comes rushing down at the refugee's face. And in an instant, SPLAT! Bits of brain, skull and blood go flying up at Silas as the man's body goes limp beneath him. There is no doubt that the attacker is dead.

Tobias arrives just in time to see the aftermath of human carnage. A pool of blood beginning to collect behind what is left of the man's head.

Shock was making Aiden drift in and out, his head bob and his body slump as he was struggling to stay awake. He is half aware that his leather was getting sawed through and parted. Half aware of what's being said, maybe less than half. What the Prince is aware of, is the sudden flash of hot pain that sends a surge of rage through the young man when that wrapped ball of shirt is /jammed/ against his injury. There's a loud YELL of pain issued and a reflexive PUNCH swung at Sparte, and a secondary reach with his other hand as he makes to claw for Sparte.

Killian glances around, "Oh good..no one wants to see the mercies excep" ***SPLURK*** the sound drifts up the alleyway, and Killian glances back the direction of the brawl, looking a little aghast at the way the man's head is exploded like a watermelon at a Gallagher show. He glances back at the others nearby and says, "let's..find a mercy," and starts to lead the way out of the alleyway.

"Would have been nice to question him," Agnarr mutters, but he seems otherwise unconcerned, flipping his warsword right back the correct way and cleaning off the end with a rag. It's probably the hundredth time or so, and he looks towards Silas. "Ought wipe that off."

Though the attacker may be dead, and the Prince left alive. Something else begins to happen in the streets. The Refugees see one of their own brutally pommeled in to the streets... and they begin to Hisssssss. An eerie warning sound. It echos through the alley way. This is no longer a safe place to be.

"Come on, kid. He's just trying to save your life. Lets get you up." With a deep sigh, he'll nod at Killian and stoop to help support the Prince's weight with the assistance of whoever else. This of course happens after he stops flailing and trying to punch people. The sound of hissing through the street catches his attention and makes a noise deep in his throat. "Lets go, go."

"Yeah, maybe," he deadpans back up at Agnarr as he wipes the blood and bits off his face, which hilariously just smears it further. He pries the rubicund bow out of the man's limp grasp and stands up. His gaze goes to Tobias and he nods. "Thanks for the offer and help, regardless," he mutters as he turns to travel back down the alleyway. The congregation of angry refugees does not escape his notice. "Lets get out of here. Now."