So we return to our story. It’s amazing how much you can change your future with one.. misguided action. The group awoke, bored with living mundane lives, and decided to figure out what they might be able to do since there was a bit of a lull in their, presumably, adventuring lives. So off they struck, early in the morning, to figure out what they could. This all turned out well, fruitful information, juicy tidbits. Things to do. After lunch, the group struck back out, and found themselves wandering the bazaar. While navigating the light throngs of people, they caught glimpse of a trio of fellows tailing them. It was pretty obvious, I mean, it’s hard not to notice three guys dressed alike avidly following you around every corner. So our intrepid group decided to set up a trap in an alley.
Turns out, in the long run, that was a pretty bad decision. Cairsin fell to the first arrow, apparently some kind of poison. The group had to be careful, as they weren’t particularly interested in slaughtering the mass of innocent folks behind their assailants. Crime’s handled in a bad way here, so it’s best to keep the nose clean. Charrika picked up the point man, growled in his face, and started bashing him in the head. Another arrow skitters past the group. One plants itself into Charrika’s shoulder. Her eyes flutter, but she shakes off the poison. The other two leave the point man to the beast that’s meticulously bashing his face into the cobblestones.
Having chased off two of their new friends, and bent one of them into submission, they drag him and Cairsin’s limp body back to the Farmer’s Arena. Brucellus waddles his torpid self into the training area where they’ve got this bound fellow, and finds his insignia. He doesn’t say much, but he demands they leave. He won’t say why or what for, he just insists that he’ll have nothing to do with whatever they’re doing with this poor limp man. After some discussion, they decide to drag him to a nearby stable and, well, let’s just say he found himself closer to a horse than he probably had ever intended to be. They took his insignia, his clothes, and sent him on his way.
The day was mostly uneventful. Realizing that the insignia belonged to Annatolis, the group decided to barricade themselves in Rilos and Charrika’s room. They all bunkered down, shoving a bed against the door and another against the window. They didn’t want anyone giving them a surprise visit. While waiting, and debating what to do about the fact that they just humiliated what appeared to be one of Annatolis’s personal guards, they heard a ruckus outside. People were streaming into the central square of the city. Always the adventurous types, Cairsin and Lucien decide to go see what was going on.
In the square, they found their friend. He was hanging from a rope, strung up on the side of the Silver Threads, still covered in manure. They returned to the group and informed them that the guard they’d humiliated had been killed.