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Either panicked or cunning Caits reached out to his axe wielding attacker and pulled his leg back sending the other man sprawling on the tabletop. Then he backed up to find Cato who seemed far more a capable warrior than he. He ignored N'aschi's quip about him because he didn't like to talk...

She looked like a different person now, which was good because she was going to need to be. "Okay, nae we need ya fed." It was the hard part now. He led her to a public house, filthy and smoke filled. Ironically you could be dirtier leaving the place than entering. It smelled of tobacco and...

"Oh aye, nay problem!" Caits blurted as sarcastically as possible. Talk down a town of raging fishermen? Easy, yeah. Still he was happy to not get any closer to the monster or its target. So he turned to the crowd. Not the first time a lot of people armed and yelling approached him. "Nae," He...

He drank, then coughed, then drank some more. Gods blood it was foul. He felt like retching but didn't have the strength. Closing his eyes against the dizziness he didn't know what this dark clad stranger was doing but he hoped it wasn't taking his stuff. The poison was common enough but...

Caits tried to find something. Children's clothes, or Dwarven, gnomish even. Something that would fit. He worked through side streets and muddy alleys as he went. Folk were critical of his filth but most just gave him bad looks. He tried not to concern himself with the child's origin or their...

Caits spent some time speaking to the elderly woman. After a minute he took out a dagger and offered it for trade making an open palm gesture splaying his five digits. The elder shook his head and countered with four digits of her own and with a somewhat sour look Caits shook on it. He returned...

There was in fact an small drop of blood on Caits' tunic. Almost hidden in the fabrics well crusted dirt. Underneath a small pinprick where Sweeney had punched Caits in the guts could be found. A regular doctor might have missed it but for Vampiric senses, even in the dark of the alley it was...

His eye was everywhere and nowhere. Was he able to see? The dark figure had a woman's voice. Now he knew he was in trouble. "Aye, ah thnk shoooo!" His words came slowly like tar through a straw. The word wouldn't stop spinning. Why was that? He had been hit before and this never happened. "Ah...

"Why wood aye stab ye? WHERE wood aye stab ye ya big black turtle lookin thing ye?" Caits leaned his head back and looked up at the very dark sky. He waited a whole thirty beats before finally saying. "Alrigh," And got up out of his hiding spot to face the sitting but still menacing form of the...

The hell's kind of thing is that to say? "Aye, I'm sure ye just wannae chat and geh som' tee." Caits knew the game was up but he wasn't about to just surrender to this person. Who dresses in all black armour with a sword that big and wanders about at night. Bounty Hunters, that's who. Or worse...

"Aw cock, aw bawbags an shite-hawks!" Finally up and running Caits pegged it through the lamplit streets of Ragash hoping to find refuge, a tavern still open, an alley to hide in hell's at this point he would take a mysterious hole in the ground. Who was that dark armoured person? How did they...

Sweet was sent to the ground hard. Seemingly unprepared for his enemies strength though still he smiled and there he lay unconscious. While his thin blade landed beside him. Sweeney saw this and reevaluating his position backed away from the armoured warrior. "Okay lady. You win." His hands...

"Hmmmm!" Sweeney's size and demeanour belied a cunning mind. He was not fool enough to take on one so we'll prepared to fight. Not alone anyway. Sweet moved first, a trained executed move designed to kill quickly. The long thin blade seemed to appear in his hand as he made a straight lunge for...

"Shite!" In all of the places in all the wide world Caits found himself this might be the worst of it yet and from the looking Sweeney's eye and the hold he had on Caits' shoulder he was beginning to believe this might be the last of it too. "Where is it?" The goons voice was deep and rough but...

"Donnae be thankin me yet." He didn't elaborate that he had lost every penny he had ever earned one way or another. "Is nice ta meet ya Ivy. Righ let's get ya cleaned up." Leading Ivy onward he looked for a particular type of shop, specifically a pawn shop. With a heavy sigh he drew back the...