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"Come on, tell me all your evidence."

"In that case Aldriaa, I'm arresting you for the attempted murder of Arynee, stand up, you are going to the jail"

Aldriaa fixes him with a suddenly hateful glare.

"If she had killed your family I think you would have acted the same. And tell her it's not over. Tell her I know."

Aldriaa stands, her head held high and allows him to lead her away, all the while her eyes holing a calm fury.



((Should I bring her IG now to sit in the jail, or what?))

(( I have no jail key, so don't bother))

Callith takes her by the wrist, and drags her to the jail, throwing her into one of the rooms, and locking the door.

"I'm sorry Aldriaa, I liked you, but untill you give me a your proof that Arynee is what you say she is, I have to leave you in here to think about what your doing."

Callith sits at the table in the jail building, keeping guard.

It dawns on Aldriaa that someone has set up camp outside the prison wall. A boot of Salkamaerian fashion jingles as it kicks into a heavy bag filled with... bladed weapons, mostly. The shady stranger lets a gloved hand guide a slice of a green apple to his scarred lips, which he mouths and chews, resting lazily on his seat underneath the barred window. His lips form a slim, feline, and highly mischievous smile yet even after he finishes the quarter apple, but his eyes remain closed.

"Save your breath milady, that elf puts dwarves to shame in their stubborness," speaks the man in the straw hat calmly. Then slicing off another chunk of the fruit and gingerly nibbling on it.

"Oh but, who are you?"

The dimly-lit dark-garbed figure tilts his head, allowing a glance of an icy blue eye staring up into her own.

"No, nevermind," he says, continuing swiftly. "Name a price, but be aware it would be high, for I'd be taking great risks to my name here just to help you, whoever you are, and break the laws of this oh-so-fine and lovely town," muses Sian with a cocky smirk.

He then cuts off another chunk of the apple with an old knife and continues to eat, ultimatively directing his gaze away and slouching back down into his lazy seat.

"You speak of no precise amount of coin, so I assume you have not what I'd demand. I can offer other pleasanteries instead, for free in fact! A bit of wisdom, mayhaps, although I warn you: only a humble novice I am. Care for some advice, milady?"

Sian's lips curl into a smile that could have been stolen from a cheshire cat.

"Lay low now, then bending the law later is much easier. Lay lo' now, and perhaps I can be of assistance in whatever quest you then may follow. If I were you, I'd worry more about getting out of there on the right side of the law, rather than making things worse."

He appeases his sweet tooth with the last quarter of the apple, pats his hands off, and stands calmly, apparently with intent to walk off.

The young man grunts, shouldering the heavy bag of hi-jacked arms and almost throwing his slender frame off by its weight. Peering back through a single, icy blue eye, it becomes clear the other is shut with a scar running over it, and another scar in between the eyes.

"Sian of Varshikar is my name, just follow the blossoms, milady."

Flicking his wrist, something small and black flies towards the window in a high arch, but then suddenly comes into a fluttering, feather-like fall onto the ledge. A nightangel's blossom lands there.

"Farewell and good luck with your predicament," he adds in a melodious tone, complete with a dashing smile. Using that as his cue, he staggers off to the east of the town, obviously suffering under the weight of the packed bag.

"Tell me what you know, and I'll consider it, I would have let you out, but I'm an elf, and I have very sensitive hearing."

Meanwhile, Arynne's wound has been stitched. She seeks out the people that were there, hoping one of them has some information for her.




((Arynne will be IG for the remainder of this RP.))

Aagoth sat quitley under a tree, as he thought about the things he had witnessed hidden.

He quitley muched on an apple wondering why exactly all this happend.

An elf wearing a blue cloak walked to the prision, and stared through the bars at the elfess... He scouted around the sides, spotting callith as he went along.

He walked towards the barred window, and tried to catch her attention, he knew very well that callith could hear all ... He had to distract callith... he had seen all; she was fighting for a just cause... had the drows been sent, Arynne could pose a danger to the city...

He did his best to remove callith from his post, maybe she could find a way out... He whispered something about murdering a person, maybe he could coax callith out... He waited a while and hid into the shadows

Callith sits at the table writing some notes.

Seeing as his plan has failed... the elf looks through the window and lip-reads....

"I will need to find a way to distract Callith", he mouths out... and idea comes to mind...

He walks back and shouts "Help, Someone has just robbed me!!! Somebody stop him", he then hides to the shadows... hoping that Callith will walk out of the prision... meanwhile he takes out a hammer, ready to break the lock...

Callith walks over to the door, a sword in his hand and looks around.

"Who's shouting?" he calls.

An elf clad in blue watches as Callith leaves the safty of the building.. waiting in the shadows, he brings his hammer up... planning to knock callith out...

He swings...

((OOC: Its against the rules to affect other players... feel free to receive or dodge the shot))

Hearing the sound of movement beside him, the warrior sways out of the way of the attack, and brings his sword up.

"That was the last mistake you will make."