“Oh believe me I know you do,” Aurin replied with a smirk. “Vivid imagination and quite a bit of flexibility among other things.” He moved back on the couch to lean his back against the wooden wall of the alcove. It had been a long night, and rest for now was quite pleasant.
“It depends on how scared they are of the apostate that hired them I guess. They could keep looking for hours.”, the Templar was honest enough about that. “They know that working with one is a death sentence anyway. At least most of the time…as for the Chantry. Closest one would be just off the merchant square I think.”