Jareth (uncult) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-04-30 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, altair laurent, jareth monaco |
we all have our demons and i let mine eat me alive
Who: Jareth, Altair
What: There's a new guy in town, and he is so hopelessly lost and near Aspel's forge
Where: Around town...
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
The clinic had told him to stay put, that it was dangerous to move about in his condition. Despite his protests, they had closed up the majority of his wounds; they weren't perfectly patched - the pain that coursed through him attested to that - and every movement was painful.
Anyone else would have stayed, taken the mages' advice and let them soothe their aches, but the pain was as much a drug to him as anything, and addiction was hard to deny, not that he ever tried.
So he left. The previous day had told him everything he needed to know about information in this town, and what he had learned hadn't surprised him. Guilds comprised the peacekeeping forces, and an active case like this was likely to be classified to those investigating, especially in such a large town. Mitigate panic, keep everyone calm. Not that the attack on the docks had done much to help in that regard.
It would be tricky; he had papers in his pack - forged, of course; fighters' guilds were strict in their selections, and only the most law abiding were often allowed in - but it had been years since he had been actively involved in one. The idea was repelling. He would be stuck here, investigating only what they allowed. His entire being rebelled at the thought.
There were ways around it, of course, but the easiest way would be to insinuate himself into the Guild, join the Peacekeepers and go from there.
By the time he had formulated a half-way decent plan, he realized he was in a part of town previously left unexplored. He had no idea where he was or where the Guildhall was.