It Begins With A Map... (Medieval RP)

[LoveThatChick]

Fleta followed Kenrick's lead without objection, knowing that her only chance of saving Glenn, was to tell the truth, lying couldn't get them out of this.

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Unwin scowled slightly as he watched Glenn's attempt to brake free, then looked down to the young mans blood, now pooling on the wooden floor. "Sir, unless you are wishin' for the boy's death, you may want to stanch that bleeding. He's looking a might pale." Unwin commented to Oswin in a nonchalant way, not truly worried about the boy bleeding to death, being that the youth had stoped him from compleating his job.

 

[Frundette]

"I suppose you're right," Oswin said. "No sense letting him die as long as the girl is cooperative. It would attract unneeded attention." He bent down and retrieved the tablecloth that Jem had started to use to staunch Glenn's wounds and pressed it to the worse of the two wounds, which was the cut on Glenn's leg.

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As Kenrick and Fleta approached the inn's porch again, Kenrick paused suddenly as he saw the figure near the door. He slowed his pace and squeezed Fleta's shoulder silently as he pointed. There was a lantern hanging near the door and by that small amount of light, he thought the figure was the man that had slipped with the woman while Oswin held a knife to Fleta's throat. Kenrick continued forward, but took more care to be quiet as he had no idea how the siblings were connected to any of this...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Christof has been so focused on the conversation inside that he didn't hear Kenrick and Fleta approaching until they were nearly at the inn. He hadn't expected them to return so quickly. The moment he heard them approaching he stepped back away from the light, but wasn't sure whether or not he had been seen. As they headed for the door he pressed himself up against the wooden wall and held his breath, praying they weren't looking very hard in his direction.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Unwin sighed, then stood slowly, still dizzy, but able to balance. He started checking his remaining weapons, making sure the crossbow wasn't damaged, and was pleasantly surprised to find it unharmed, apart from the strings tension being slightly off. He fixed that quickly, then strapped it back on his belt.

"What is your name, Sir...?" Unwin asked the heavy-set man, feeling as if they were the same kind of person, the kind he liked to work with; self serving, sly, cutthroat, and greedy. Though unlike Unwin, he doubted this man had a bad past that caused it...

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Fleta slowed, and looked in the direction that Kenrick pointed, seeing the man. She drew back slightly, recognizing him as one of the two that had left when Oswin had the knife to her throat. "Kenrick... He was in the Inn with his a woman earlier, she looked like his sister, Oswin told them leave..." She whispered, than added, "I don't know why he'd return, though..."

 

[Frundette]

"Oswin," he replied, as he began wrapping the tablecloth around Glenn's leg. "Oswin Blackwood. I apologize for allowing your quarry to escape. But I could not contain so many alone..."

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Kenrick's eyes followed Christof into the shadows, but then grabbed Fleta's hand and strode forward, up onto the porch, pretending as if he didn't see Christof. Where the man fit into this whole mess, Christof had no idea, but depending on how the next few minutes went, having the location of the man as a bargaining chip may prove useful. Hesitating only a moment, he swung the door open.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

As Kenrick and Fleta were not far away at this point, Christof seen both glances in his direction and waited for them to call him out. He was surprised when they didn't, and slipped back around the corner of the building as soon as the pair were inside the door. Where was Jem? His gaze was drawn to the window, which, of course, was empty at this point. How else could he get in? It was useless to stand outside the door and watch while he couldn't do anything...

 

[LoveThatChick]

"Ah, Oswin," Unwin nodded, "and mine Is Unwin, Unwin Hamilton." He heard another slight creak from the floor above, narrowing his eyes as he looked towards the stairs. Without another thought, Unwin began moving to the stairs, unsure of who could be up there...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Jem watched him very carefully, her eyes narrowing as he looked up the stairs and began moving towards them. She quietly backed up on her bare feet and stood with her back to the wall around the corner. Unwin's boots made loud thumps on the floor, and she could roughly gauge his position by the sound. As soon as she heard him begin up the stairs themselves, she planned on ducking back into their hotel room. It was the only door that was unlocked on the floor. Her hand gripped the knife tightly, if she needed, she would use it...

 

[Frundette]

Oswin finished tightening the tablecloth around Glenn's leg just as Kenrick pushed the door open and his gaze snapped toward the pair. "Well?" he demanded as he straightened himself. "Do you have it?"

Not giving Fleta a chance to respond, Kenrick jerked his chin toward Glenn. "She said it was in his pocket all 'long."

"Is that so?" Oswin said greedily, already looking toward Glenn's pocket and seeing that it was ripped. "Where is it now, boy!?" he demanded, but even Glenn looked mildly surprised to realize that it was no longer in his shirt pocket.

Desperately, Oswin began searching for the map. "It's got to be here somewhere!" he cried as he got down on his hands and knees to look under the table and then under Glenn's chair.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Fleta stayed slightly behind Kenrick, unsure of what to do, but she was relieved to see that Glenn's leg appeared to have stopped bleeding, though he was still looking pale.

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Unwin had placed his foot on the first step, but turned Kenrick and Fleta entered, smiling broadly. "I guess that is my fult, I cut the boy's shirt as a warning to not interfere," Unwin said in an amused tone, then added, "he did not listen..."