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    Anitol rises a little unsteadily to his feet assisted, none too gently by the guards. Apparently they aren't in on the act. He spares glance for the sergeant though. Something seems off about him, but Anitol just shakes it off. Perhaps he's nervous? House Barca must have bribed or threatened the officer to aid in Anitol's impending freedom. He turns to face Ethan and the others, flashing a charming smile through the abuse and neglect that otherwise mar his countenance.

    "Ah, family. There's nothing else you can rely on quite like blood. Again, I wish you all the best of luck in that little matter we were discussing. Perhaps I'll see you again."

    He allows the guards to lead him from the cell then. He wants to whisper a little reassurance to the sergeant, all of this will be for nothing if he gives away the game. But his escort is hovering too close for privacy, and Anitol cannot be sure of who is on his side. He settles for simply nodding at the officer.

    "Lead on."

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    Hope you don't mind, but Anitol IS expecting a visitor. He thinks he's far too important/useful for House Barca to leave languishing here. He may not be right, but in his mind he is.
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    Curz watches the big fat man enter with disdain...then his eyes widen as he notices what's going on. He pulls at his manacles and gives a muffed cry, which only earns him a backhand from one of the guards.

    Dazed a little he shakes his head an blinks the stars from in front of his eyes. By the time he is done Anitol is gone.

    Slumping once more the tired malnourished man gives out an audible sigh of resign.
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    Valeria look at the guards. Even without the gag and bounds, she couldn't curse them one by one before they knock her out. So she gently wait and try to stay in her corner in hope to not get noticed. She doesn't want to get this gag back in place. It hurts, but at least, she can more easily breath and speak.
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    A piercing gaze, like a predator biding its time, watching its prey, is enough for Osrin to let the jailor know that his time is coming to an end.
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    Ethan warchs the guards every move and eyes their equipment. He moves his eyes to look upon Anitol as he speaks and with a nod he replies. "I'm sure everything will fall into place quite nicely and farewell to you." He flashes a smile at the half-elf.

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    None too gently, the guards hustle Anitol out of the cell, slamming the door shut behind them with a loud clang.

    OOC: I'll try to keep the solo scene with Anitol brief, for the sake of the other players. Meanwhile, do please keep role-playing in the cell so things don't get too quiet. Hopefully, Fangorn will jump in soon as well.


    Anitol
    With no further delay, Anitol is escorted roughly to a meeting room down the hall and shoved into a chair. There waiting for them is a hauntingly beautiful woman in an elegant black dress and soft silken veil. She looks as if she is headed to a funeral. Her hair is so platinum as to almost be white and her eyes are a vibrant almost unearthly green. She clearly has been weeping.



    “Oh, dearest,” proclaims the unfamiliar woman. “I’m so relieved you’re alive!” She quickly turns to Tomas. “Could we please have a moment alone, good sir? For pity’s sake?”

    Sergeant Blackerly goes blank for a bit but then quickly agrees. “Of course, my lady. For you,’ tis no problem.”

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    The odd behavior of the Sergeant makes you suspect that the woman may have some sort of supernatural influence over him.

    The guards quickly file from the room at the behest of the Sergeant. As soon as they've all gone, the woman's demeanor immediately changes. She drops any pretense of gried or concern; she is immediately all business.

    “Have you forgotten me, dearest?” the unexpected visitor says with a smirk, dropping her pretense of grief. “Call me Tiadora. We possess a mutual friend who would like to meet you and your fellow cell-mates. Unfortunately, our friend is unwilling to visit you in your present rather shabby accommodations so it seems you must escape. Don’t be so dour. Just because it’s never been done before is no reason you can’t be the first.

    “If you manage that, cross the moors on the outskirts of town. On the old Moor Road you’ll see a manor house with a single lantern burning in the second story. There our mutual friend waits. That is all I know. He did want me to give you this.”
    She takes off her silken veil and wipes away a few fake tears with it.

    "Something to remember me by, dearest."
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    Anitol gives the woman a critical look, trying to figure out what her game is. He takes the veil and gives it a perfunctory glance before meeting the woman's gaze again.

    "A friend? You aren't from the House? No matter, I had no intention of dying here. If your friend is an ally of the cause, I'm sure I can arrange to meet him. But what possible use could we have for the rest of the riff-raff sitting in that cell?"

    He smirks slightly.

    "The good sergeant seems . . . more than willing to aid you in your endeavors. Why don't we simply walk out the door right now, and I'll meet your friend."
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    Tiadora laughs coldly at Anitol's questions, sending chills down his spine. "Oh, I'm from a noble house, all right...just not the House of Barca, as I'm sure you're surmised. As for the rest of that 'riff-raff', suffice to say our mutual friend wants to meet all of you. Perhaps they are more capable than you assume, but it's not for me to ask why."

    "As for the Sergeant, he may be a gullible fool, but he'd never allow you to simply leave, no matter how persuasive I may be. No, I've helped you all that I can. In fact, I've given you a fine gift...not that you've noticed." The woman's piercing green eyes noticeably glance down at the silken veil in Anitol's hand, inviting him, perhaps, to take a closer look.

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    Jaylen had kept quiet. Knowing when to talk and when to shut up was a trait that had to be learned. Some learn the easy way, others, like himself, learn the hard way. He rubs the swollen bruise along his jaw, feeling the swelling showing signs that it has subsided enough to not cause him as much pain to eat and drink the filth that was given here.

    He had listened to some of the other prisoners talking, keeping an eye on them. Sometimes you learn more by watching and listening. Then the door had opened, and his eyes focused on the overly plump man. He wished he was free, so that he could cut off the man's fingers, one by one. Yet, something was not right, by the way the man looked around. He could not understand what he was worried about in time for one of the prisoners to be taken away.

    His short brown hair is matted against his scalp, filthy from the lack of washing. His green eyes have dark rings around them from the lack of restful sleep. His swollen jaw and bruising along his face show that whatever happened, someone apparently didn't like the way he talked. "In this life or the next, vengeance will be mine..." he mutters, half to himself, half to nobody in particular.
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    Something about the woman's demeanor sets Anitol's teeth on edge. He had assumed that House Barca would find a way to him so he could rejoin the cause and strike the first blow for the new civil war. But this woman and her "friend" were something else entirely. But if now he had to be the instrument of his own liberation . . . well it was a daunting enough task for just one man. Trying to engineer the jailbreak of a half-dozen criminals, unknown factors at that . . . well, that would take a lot more help than just a safe house after the fact.

    He looks down at the crumpled piece of fabric is his hand, and then folds it out and holds it up in between himself and Tiadora.

    "This? What is it?"
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