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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ruined" data-source="post: 806291" data-attributes="member: 113">An interesting development in this update...***1st of Chardot, ‘Divinities Day’ yr. 150 A.V., continuedThe four heroes met in the common room of the Sleepy Leaf Inn, a comfortable establishment hosting a variety of hanging broadleaf plants. Patrons were slowly filling up the room, many seeking the comforts of a warm meal and alcohol to distract them from the chaotic events of the morning. Gerad was concerned about their plight, but his appetite never suffered during conflict. He was taught to thrive in this environment.“I want to leave the city. Soon,” Surielle stated.“That man, the Prospero,” Gerad said, trying to keep his voice as low as possible, “his words made sense. We should leave soon. But where do we go?”“North,” Surielle said firmly. “With this being a port city, it’s our only real route of escape.”“There’s always the seas,” Silas added. “I could arrange passage on a ship for us.”“No,” Tréan countered. “Today’s chaos could give us cover to escape via the docks, but we’d be traveling through Calastian waters. We’ll have better chances on the land. That, and your friend wanted you to go North.”  She nodded to Gerad.“But I don’t know what purpose Marus had in mind. He was telling me when the Dragons fell upon us. He never got the chance…”  Marus’ passing was still fresh in Gerad’s mind. Was he doomed to lose everyone who meant something to him?“Did he tell you anything before…?”  he asked Surielle.“No.” Surielle said, looking downwards at the table.“I agree with Tréan. We should leave North through the gates as soon as possible.” Gerad said.“First thing in the morning, then?” Silas asked. “The guards will be checking everyone tonight, looking for the assassins. Tomorrow will still be chaotic, but I suspect their vigilance will wane.”Everyone looked at each other and nodded, their decision made. After their plates were taken away, the two females excused themselves, leaving only Gerad and Silas to watch over the busy commons room. Their conversation was mostly comprised of insignificant talk, no different from the other patrons. Gerad did learn that Silas had worked in Quelsk for over five years, working on a variety of odd jobs. He seemed somewhat evasive on the matter, but Gerad attributed most of that to racial differences.A few unsavory-looking men at a nearby table caught Gerad’s eye. He locked gazes with one who was staring until the man’s gaze retreated to his mug of ale.“You know those two?”  he asked Silas. The elf did not turn to look at the men, but he nodded.“One of them works with people I know.”“Did you ask them to come here?” Gerad asked. “No.”The situation was making Gerad uncomfortable. What kind of chances was Silas taking, being openly seen by people who knew him? The other possibility was that Silas had asked these men to be there. Before he could find the right question to ask Silas, he was saved by Tréan’s return to the table.“Gerad, could you please let us into your room?”  The supplies that Silas had acquired for them were locked in the room he and Silas shared. Gerad stood from the table, relieved to be pulled away.“I’m going to go check on a few things,” Silas said as they left. “I’ll be back before morning.”Gerad nodded and followed Tréan upstairs and to the ladies’ room. They had a cramped room across the hall from the one he and Silas would share. Inside, she and Surielle seemed hesitant to talk. He decided to break the silence.“I think we need to leave here right now. No waiting, no resting for the night.”“We feel the same way,” Tréan said. “We’ve spoken about our predicament. I will be accompanying Surielle to the North. We’d like you to come along.” She had singled him out.“And Silas?”There was more uncomfortable silence.Tréan’s voice was quiet. “We don’t trust Silas. His arrival at the fight; the way he’s directing our moves. Something about him just doesn’t feel right.”“I can always contact him once we’ve left the city,” Surielle said, placing her hand on Gerad’s arm. “I think he could be a useful ally once we get him away from this poisonous city.”Gerad nodded. “Well, I can’t say that I trust him either. There are two scoundrels that knew Silas at a table downstairs. We should be careful, or they may notice our flight.”The trio agreed to their course of action, and took what was needed of the supplies in his room. A pouch of coins was left on the bed in repayment to Silas. They kept to the corners and left the Sleepy Leaf without incident. Soon they would leave Quelsk and Silas behind as well.</blockquote>

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