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**KAlex** · February 8th, 2018, 09:33 PM

Alexei took the flowers and started chewing on them reluctantly, making a bit of a face at the taste. "It looks ugly more than it hurts, really. But thanks." He stretched out his legs, wiggling his toes. "I don't even have any shoes." Besides that, he looked faintly ridiculous sitting in the woods in a ruffly, beribboned nightshirt.

**Dungeon** · February 9th, 2018, 01:53 AM

"I'll get you some when we get to Blackwood, alright? Now, when the taste of the flower is gone, rub the paste on your legs. It should help get rid of the marks and such." Avadance stood and spit the flower out, before picking up a dark brown tunic and sliding it on. "And I'll need to get you some clothes as well. That means waiting in the wagon while I do so. Understand?"

**KAlex** · February 9th, 2018, 02:04 AM

Alexei nodded silently, spitting out the flower paste and rubbing it on his sore legs. He gave the appearance of being agreeable to what was asked, but in his mind he was considering the possibilities of being left unattended in a town.

**Dungeon** · February 19th, 2018, 09:08 AM

Avadance nodded and started to pack everything into a satchel. "You might as well be aware of your surroundings. Blackwood is a makeshift town where individuals like myself meet to take jobs, purchase contraband, and anything else too foul to be done in a city with guards. This means there are dangerous people." He dug into his boot and pulled out a sharp dagger, taking the tip between his fingers and extending the handle to Alexei. "Stay in the cart. But, keep your eyes open."

**KAlex** · February 20th, 2018, 02:15 AM

Alexei took the dagger with a nod. "I will. I do have some combat training, at least. And I'm certainly looking forward to being... more covered up." He rubbed the last of the flower paste on his scraped cheek and squinted slightly at Avadance. His glasses were useless in one eye now, so his eyes were trying to compensate.

**Dungeon** · February 27th, 2018, 04:55 AM

Avadance took the glasses from Alexei, running his thumb over the damages. "Like I said, I'll fix these for you. Now, hurry back into the cart, I'm late."

It was only a two hour ride, but it surely felt longer. The "road" was uneven and bumpy, and the cart rocked and bounced with each step the horse took. If Avadance was uncomfortable on the cushioned seat in the front, he couldn't think of how Alexei was doing in the back. Regardless, the two made it to Blackwood unscathed, and Avadance parked his horse near the stables of a small farm. He handed a small pouch to the owner of the farm, and hopped out to address Alexei. "I'll be gone for am hour or so. I'm getting you new glasses, a set of clothes, and taking care of some other business. I'll say it one more time unless I wasn't clear: STAY. IN. THE. CART." With that, the Pale Elf turned away and began to walk.

Blackwood was a truly makeshift village. Most buildings were crudely constructed, and everyone had some sort of weapon on their person. Just from a glance, it was obvious that most people were criminals. Some even had tenements of imprisonment, being in the form of wrist chains, iron collars, or even rope burns on their wrists. This area was not for the faint of heart and posh.

**KAlex** · February 27th, 2018, 05:08 AM

Alexei was surely posh, but despite his soft appearance he had some degree of courage, which was given energy by his desperation. As dangerous as the town looked, he didn't want to return to his home as a captive either. He hesitated for a few minutes, but before long he slipped out of the cart. He realized he must look ridiculous, with his bruised face and legs and knee-length frilly nightshirt, but surely there was an inn of some sort nearby, where he might be able to find a room and send a message home. He had no money, but he could make promises. He wore a signet ring with his family's crest embossed on the sides.

Seeing a building that looked like an inn, he made his way towards it, trying to walk as confidently as possible. He kept the dagger at his side, hidden by the fabric of his nightshirt for the time being. He still squinted slightly - he could see without his glasses, but his vision wasn't at its best.

**Dungeon** · February 27th, 2018, 05:29 AM

The Dark Noon Inn was as shady as inns came. The building was made of stone, but the charred wood surrounding it's base was evidence that something used to stand in it's place. The inside was dimly lit, illuminated only by candles on each table. The lobby and bar were mostly full, bands of mercenaries and pirates conversed at a few tables, a circle of cloaked figures spoke in hushed voices at another, and at a third table two large men were engaged in an arm wrestle. By the hearth, two men with their left wrists tied together, exchanged brutal punches with each other. As no one seemed particularly interested, this was likely common.

A goblin with an eyepatch was wiping down a mug, but his gaze lifted to Alexei when he entered. He sighed and continued cleaning the mug, turning to speak with an orc at the bar.

**KAlex** · February 27th, 2018, 05:35 AM

Alexei approached the countertop, trying to look as serious and matter-of-fact as possible for a pretty young man barefoot in his pajamas. He addressed the goblin. "Hello, I'd like to rent a room, please. I realize this is unorthodox, but I don't have payment at this time. However, I'd be happy to pay twice your usual rate, once my retainers arrive. I simply need to send them a message." He showed his ring with the Sevedorian crest to the goblin, not taking it off his finger.

**Dungeon** · February 27th, 2018, 05:44 AM

The goblin quickly put a hand over Alexei's, his bloodshot eye deadly serious. "You ain't s'pposed to go around showing off shit like that here." He whispered harshly, the orc looking around to make sure no one was listening in. "Dirk." He warned, before one of the men that was fighting sat down beside Alexei. He was shirtless and massive, and his right knuckles were covered in blood. It didn't seem like it was his. "Gimme some of that Firebrand Mead." He grumbled, before his eyes turned to Alexei. The goblin, Dirk, pushed the prince's hand back before turning to the mead barrels. "What's a pretty face like your's doing here?" The large man smirked, leaning back to peer at Alexei's backside.