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The moon shrouded in dark clouds helps a tall cloaked and hooded figure moves easily around town as he heads to the tavern.
peeking in each window to check for anyone he enters inside removing his hood.

Borgate : Arrh Mister Se...
Man: *quickly interrupts* "I'll take two bottles of beer"
Borgate raises his eyebrows: "That'll be 50 coppers"

The cloaked man quickly deposits the coin on the bar, places the bottles in his pack and exits heading towards the north east gate.
Checking to see if anyone is out the man quickly moves through the shadows and exits the gate and quickly moves down towards the southern gate after picking a few apples and cherries that the winter had left. Slipping past the sleeping gate guard he makes his way back to the hospital by keeping close to the wall. looking very pleased with himself he walks upstairs with an apple in his mouth the two bottles in his hands.

Sean thinks to himself "Two birds with one stone, patrol and something to drink...."

Caiah chuckles watching the man sneak out of the hospital then whispers to someone not seen near her..

See.. I told you he wouldn't stay in that hospital bed long..I won the bet Taiah.

Waiting for him to get out of sight finally, she jumps from the limb of the tree and sneaks into the hospital.

He won't find these right away.

Laying five pairs of trousers in his depot, she turns to leave with a large grin on her face and dark eyes light with mischief.

Maybe he can keep his pants on this time.

Moving as quietly as possible, Caiah walks toward the southern gate nodding.

You are right Taiah.. time to see the children at Tol. I imagine they miss us.

Samantha sleeps quietly in a chair on the upper floor of the hospital, her chin on her chest. The chair has been pulled close to the bed and her feet are propped on the frame. The book laying across her knees falls to the floor with a thud, jarring her awake. She jumps, glancing around in confusion for a moment before remembering where she is. She shivers, glancing to the still open window.

Surely he is cool enough by now.

Standing slowly, she stretches and creeps towards the window. She closes and latches it firmly, looking outside with a small smile for a moment. Just as she starts to turn, movement by the door catches her eye. She looks to the bed in a panic.

Mister Sean, are you awake?? I think someone is outside... Mister Sean?

She looks over her shoulder. Realizing the bed is empty.

Damn! Captain S'rrt will kill me!

She backs against the wall, covering her face with her hands and letting out a small yelp as someone comes up the ladder.

Grinning to himself as he climbs the ladder he suddenly stops as he hears someone speakings his face goes pale and the apple in his mouth falls to the ground.

"Mister Sean, are you awake?? I think someone is outside... Mister Sean?"

Cursing himself for being clumsy he stays still on the ladder thinking how he is going to explain this to Samantha.
he slides back down the ladder and walks quickly over to his Depot which is left ajar. He opens the lid and removes his cloak and wraps the bottles of beer in it before he places them inside he notices the pants.

"where did these com-" he stops whispering to himself grinning a wide smile as he notices the snow left on the floor from another persons boots and shakes his head laughing a little
"I've been looking for these."

Still smiling as he climbs the ladder to see a frightened Samantha huddled against the wall he wall he cooly says "Sorry Sam needed to head to the washing closet didn't want to wake you, It's very late shouldn't you head home?" smiles innocently.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Samantha lowers her hands.

Mister Sean, you nearly scared me to death! You should have woke me up if you needed something. I could have hel-

Her face flushes brightly as she realizes where he went. She smooths her robe absently, looking to the floor.

Well, I could have helped you walk there at least, you shouldn't be up moving around so much. You might have opened the wound again. Let me check your bandages, then back to bed with you.

She straightens herself, pushing away from the wall to stand in front of him. Stepping to the side, she uses the moonlight from the window to look over the bandages. Her fingertips brush across them as lightly as possible, feeling for any moisture seeping through. She looks up at him with a worried frown as her finger brushes his skin.

You are freezing. Back into bed... Please?

She looks at him pleadingly.

I know you hate it, and you're probably sick of being stuck in here, but go back to bed and I promise I'll leave you in peace. I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow if you like, or would you rather I left it with Mister Tony? I'm sure I've bored you enough. I'll ask Captain S'rrt if he has anyone else to sit with you.

Smiling sheepishly as she realizes she is babbling, she tries to guide him towards the bed.

Just rest for now, and I will go home. Don't hesitate to send for me if you need something. I'll only be in the library.

Smiling and nodding as Samantha blurts outs sentences and checks bandages, relief floods through him "Safe...." he thinks.
As she tries to pull him to bed he says
"I'm fine from here Samantha, I will see you tomorrow perhaps" he grins
"Thanks for babysitting me" gives her a light pat on the shoulder and walks to bed and falls in it wrapping himself in the blankets.

"Good night." he says patiently waiting for her to leave so he can retrieve the two black bottles from down stairs.

Giving a satisfied nod as he climbs into the bed, Samantha gathers her things.

Oh, before I forget. While you were sleeping, I sent a dove to a friend about our discussion earlier. He says he has done that sort of thing before and it is not terribly difficult. I've told him where to find you, and he knows where to find me already.

She gives him a concerned look as she tucks the book into her bag.

Please don't do anything drastic in the meantime? Let me help.

She moves the chair back against the wall and moves the bottles and vials on the table to be within his reach. Giving the room one last glance, she moves to the ladder.

Rest well Mister Sean.

She moves carefully down the ladder before pulling the hood of her cloak up and stepping out into the night.