A Hunter's Mark - Chapter I

Awakening from his dull, faded dream, Tanythe Elderwhisk would rise out of the oak chair where he was sitting, still within the study he found himself in the night before, surrounded by books and tomes on the studies he found himself falling asleep in. This time, it was mainly having to do with his newest interest, a disease of plants that was transferring to humanoids across Aitso. The half-elf rubbed his mouth, wiping away the saliva from his sleep. Tanythe would take some steps over to the desk opposite to him, bones in his legs and feet cracking with each of hismovements, until he grabbed his cowl and bow, attaching them to the rest of his outfit. He has rested for long enough; it was time to join back with his fellow adventurers and continue on with their quest. However, before he'd leave, he grabbed a smaller book and put it into a bag, titled 'Blight's Apocrypha'. Tanythe went off to the door, having one last look into the study, a warm smile forming upon his face, before then exiting the room, it's magical candle dispersing itself of its low flame.

Journeying down the Briskbult Hostel, he'd wait outside of another door, cracking his fingers individually. Tanythe brought his hand to the cold, brass handle, opening the large door with a light creak. It was then that he observed 2 average sized beds, each with large lumps in them. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, every time that the half-elf would spend his time reading up in a study, he'd have an anxiety ridden derailment of focus, particularly on the idea that his party would leave him, either for being late, or them simply forgetting him. Alas, he is wrong, for the 10th time this month, alone. A grunt could be heard from the left-side bed, and a soft cushion would be tossed over to Tanythe, which he caught. "Five... five more minutes, please,"
"Last time we had 'five more minutes', it ended up with you ordering two breakfasts worth fifty gold pieces, and us running late on delivering the Lament Monocle. I'm not waiting this time, Pergos. Hey, Colette, mind making sure that this dead weight is by the door, for me, please?" Tanythe averted his eyes, onto the second bed, where a head peaked out of the cotton sheets.
"I mean, sure? it's not like I have to pull him out of a bed each and every day, don't I?" She retorted, as she'd get out of the bed, and go on to resort it back to its original, tidy state. With that, Tanythe left the guestroom and ventured to the Hostel's kitchen.

Back where he came from, Tanythe had adored the local baker's rolls and butteries, and so he would decide to bake up a few of them for his party to enjoy. Whilst doing this, he swung open the small window, near a stable. He glanced out, towards a large, hulking figure resting, between the piles of hay. "Oi, Børrn? You up for breakfast?" He'd call out, not expecting a response due to the stable being a little distant from the kitchen. However, luckily, the fellow party member had heard him. A muscular figure, wearing a gladiatorial outfit, holding an intimidating helmet in one hand would lean up to the window, with an innocent smile. "Breakfast? I'd love that, whatever you're making smells great," Børrn answered, glancing into the kitchen to the sight of his soon-to-be breakfast. Tanythe gave off a warm smile from it all, finishing up the meal whilst the other two would come on downstairs, each in adventuring outfits. With a toss, each of their meals would land on plates that were already laid out, whilst Tanythe took the last one, and got himself a tea to drink with his meal. "So then, after this, and we take the package, should we head straight to Dallbert Pass?" Colette asked, mumbling something underneath her breath before a map would appear, spread out onto the table they were eating breakfast on. A faint, azure trail would connect the Briskbult Hostel, within the fifth county of Ebermold, Caboldia. It went along the Rambeld highway, leading to one of the cities in the outer settlements of the nation, Dallbert. Specifically, it'd end at a mercenaries' den, Granairg.
"I really have no input; I'm fine staying anywhere. But if our package becomes more unstable, then we should consider getting there to be our highest priority, one to finish as soon as possible, right?" Colette would continue speaking, before sitting down on one of the cushioned chairs.
"If we went directly across, we could lose all of our supplies, last time that happened, we had to lose a horse just to stop ourselves from starving, I think we should stop... here," Børrn objected, pointing to a smaller town on the way, titled on the map as 'Bakton'. They'd keep on debating, which resulted into shouting at one another.

"Fine! let's just say... we go up this highway, grab food off of Bakton, sleep around the halfway point, and then continue travelling until we finally get to Dallbert, alright?" Tanythe said with a huff, as the other 3 adventurers nodded in agreement, with the exception of Pergos, who did so hesitantly. Mainly just because he wasn't fully paying attention, instead on his food. "Although, we do need to figure out how we're taking the package." He'd finally speak up and say, standing up, then waddling on over to a basement door. With a swing open, and a quick casting of Binding Chains, a gaunt, weakened Dragonborn would be strung up into the air. "Oi, we're leaving now, no funny business, got it?" Pergos would order, before grabbing a dagger he left there. It slotted itself into a holder on his knee socks, and the chains would drag the so-called 'Package' to the door, where the other three sorted out their horses. "If I may, having breakfast would be good, at least some water." The Dragonborn pleaded for, their green scales having dulled from dehydration. This'd result in a tug of one chain, which constricted around his left arm, specifically at a pressure point. "Dragonborn can live without water for 7 days, right?" Pergos glanced up to Tanythe, who'd check one of his books he brought with him, checking through it for half of a minute.
"Except for his kind, green ones, they take 4 days, due to their poisonous breath. White ones need it specifically for thei-" The half elf would be prematurely cut off from his spiralling sentence, by his ally.
"I don't need a monologue, Elderwhisk. It's been two days since we last fed you, or given you water, so no. The job only says you need to be alive, but in any state." His cold, demeaning manner made the dragonborn shiver with fear. The chains dispensed themselves from Pergos, attaching themselves to the back of two horse's saddles, which in turn would be connected to shoulder straps that laid upon Børrn's back. The barbarian got himself ready, swinging his supplies over his back as the other party members did some final things, before getting on their way. Pergos refilled his flasks, putting them onto a strap on his side, Colette adjusting the final pieces of her plate armour, and putting on her helm, which had its frontal piece opened, in order for her to see better, and Tanythe? He did not need to really do anything, yet he'd keep an arrow slotted into his bow, just in case they'd be attacked by goblinoid bandits, or caught up in a Kruthik infestation.

The party of four, not counting the dragonborn they were escorting to their destination, would begin their journey, talking amongst each other, whilst making sure that the package was still secure to the radiant chains. The dragonborn was covered in dirt marks, as well as scrapes on his elbows and knees. Not only this, but they'd have to endure with constant irritation from Pergos, who consistently bothered them by poking him with the blunt end of his dagger, on his rough head. Along the pathway, they'd find themselves along simple, cobbled pathways, along the gateways of farming fields on either end, soon meeting the outskirts of the Warped Forest, of twisting roots which'd obstruct their way. It resulted in Tanythe having to hop off, looking around the branches above in caution, before taking out a hunting knife. With this, he'd cut through some of the smaller roots, making a sort of weak link for Børrn to break through, so they'd end up back onto route. However, Tanythe's precautions did not go meaningless, as with a secondary glance back up, he caught 3, glowing red eyes looking back to him, followed by trios of eyes dotting around. He took a deep breath, cutting the last string of wood that would've blocked them, and then, he'd simply throw his knife into the air, digging into the bark-skin of the Kurshisei as she'd fall to the ground dead. It ended up with a screech of declaration echoing in the forest, as an encounter with forest deviants broke loose.

Colette would ready herself, by drawing out her glaive, and hopping off of her steed. Strafing back to defend their package, Colette would engage against one of these oaken enemies, their weapons colliding. Going for an overhead strike, their weapons clanged together, and they'd enter a rhythm of deflection and skilled fighting skills, from both of the warriors. Pergos ended up going against a few himself, which were less skilled, yet quite deliberate in trying to take away their 'product', although, whenever a hand, or even as much as a finger, were laid upon the Dragonborn, a flurry of throwing knives would penetrate their arms, and soon their head. That was until a much bulkier one had thrown Pergos away, between the still duelling Colette, who nearly took out her opponent. "What the fuck, you bastard?!" She'd yell out, having to pull back her weapon from striking the Kurshisei. It caused the enemy's club to collide with Colette too, sending her back in a stumble.
"it's not my fault I have to deal with 5 of these fucking tree people, is it?!" He'd retort, leaping off of a nearby branch as he'd drink his dagger into the bulkier Kurshisei, causing it to fall back. A few would attempt to make a scratch, let alone any actual damage, to Børrn, who just groaned and slammed his fists down once, crushing a few, as well as sending a miniature shockwave which incapacitated the others. During all this, Tanythe stood upon the back of his horse, and provided a more supportive role, as he'd limit the pathways of reinforcements, before knocking the side of the horse. It'd trigger a reaction within the beast, using its hind legs to knock down the tree they were forced too, as their close encounter was close to over. It finally ended with Colette driving her glaive through the skilled warrior, who appeared to be their leader, or, in better terms, have been their leader.

"Huff... crap..." Pergos wiped some blood off of his wrist, checking to see if its his own. "Is everyone alright?" He'd call out, as he'd get numerous confirmations from the rest of his allies.
"I could be better, but hey, being chained to horses and dragged along a path for hours doesn't seem like the best thing, does it?" Their package spoke out, raising up a bruised hand. It was met with a tugging of the chains.
"Silence, you. Any more from that silver tongue and I'll rip it out myself, understand?" He'd spit onto their prisoner, before helping back up Colette, who had to slump down on a tree for a second. As they'd get back onto their respective horses, or original position, for the likes of Børrn, they'd continue on. Tanythe continuously making peers back to the dragonborn behind them, something didn't feel right to him about it all. Well, he's getting paid pretty well, and his Guildmaster ordered him to do so, which was more than enough encouragement for his fellow adventurers. Him however, he had needed more convincing. The package, his name is actually Valarys Narhazar. Tanythe had only heard of his name in legend. Warnings from his village of a fighter of decay. For what was once a fearmongering foe, it seems like fate had different plans for him. Not a monster, not anymore. He's just a weak man now, devoid of his previous powers. Remembering all of this, Tanythe found comfort that this weakened monstrosity is finally feeling a shred of the pain he had once inflicted. The half elf shuffled up his horse a little more, Børrn taking notice as he'd peer over, still walking directly forward. "Is Tanythe okay?" He'd ask, a little worried. He should've focused on the natural pathway ahead of him, but if any tree, or rock got in his way, it just took a bit of extra strength to knock it down whilst he'd continue on his intended path.
"Oh, uh... yes, I am okay, Børrn, thank you for asking. It's just, that thing, back there. It seemed easier than it should've been to track him down, right?" He'd ask, remembering on how they did so.
"Even if it's a trap, we have got him, right? We'll be okay either way!" The barbarian returned with a soft smile, giving a thumbs up. With hesitance, Tanythe nodded, and rested back his head, to relax a little more.

Quite a lot of the ride was just aimless talking, mainly things to pass the time, nothing of importance or notability. However, upon checking the map again, they'd realise that they passed by Bakton long ago, and whilst the sun was setting, they were left with no choice but to just settle in at the nearest village, or form of residence. Another 10 minutes went by, of weaving through thick woods, until a clearing onto a messy grassland could be seen, at the top of a minor hill was a simple village of around 20 or so buildings, each stacked upon each other into multiple floors. With an elevated walkway, supported with reeds, the party would walk on up to a fountain, where a bulletin on the town could be seen, posted just next to the magical faucet that'd spray the liquid into a basin below. "I mean, this place doesn't seem too bad. We'll drop off the package in a basement or something, lock it up, and then go to the tavern?" Pergos offered, glancing around to the empty buildings, all but one, dimly lit from the inside.
"Fair, but, unlike the last place, it doesn't seem like there are any guards here. If he gets out, then we may lose him for a while." Colette thought out loud, adjusting one of the plates of armour, which rested upon her own shoulder.
"So… we watch him? I'm fine with that!" Børrn smiled brightly, whereas the others were groaning in anguish. Most of the time, whenever they'd rest at a settlement, or other location, Børrn would be too big to even stay in the same building. However, the idea that they'd all be with each other, yet doing a boring task, it made Børrn's day.

After investigating the local area for a place that is secure, alone, and able to fit all of their fellow party members, the 4 adventurers settled down, having their dragonborn prisoner physically chained to an old barn's walls. It'd take Valarys at least a few minutes to get himself free, and even then, with 4 mercenaries that are much more capable than the usual, they'd probably have the foe dead before hitting the floor, that is if he got that far to getting the chains off of himself. The others sat down, Børrn would grab some nearby hay to use as a makeshift blanket, but Tanythe soon objected. "Look, you can have my blanket, alright? Sleeping in a place like this is rough already, it makes it easier to at least be warm." The half elf tossed it on over, whilst casting a spell to enlarge it, to fit the larger ally. "Who's going to watch first?" Pergos asked, glancing between the other three. Børrn was already dozing off, Tanythe averting his eyes, and Colette simply shaking her head. "Ugh, fine, I guess I'll do it first, but not for long!" He muttered, crossing his arms as he'd rest back against one of the support beams, preparing himself to watch their prisoner. With hesitance, however, Colette would take off her heavy armour, placing it down on the ground before resting next to Pergos. "1 hour, then wake me, please?" She'd ask, resting her head against the human's shoulder, her eyelids sinking down before she'd drift into a light sleep. Tanythe got his sleeping area sorted, taking a deep breath as he had opened the same book from before, 'Blight's Apocrypha' and turned to the page he was reading the night before. He had no need for a bookmark, or anything similar. If he enjoyed a book, he'd remember it. He'd have to. Or at least, that's what he's always said.

He would soon be mesmerised by this book's knowledge. Written in his native elvish, Tanythe found joy with each page. Studies, quotations, and diagrams galore, it added to the fiery ambition that he already clung onto desperately. He only glanced up when he saw that his fellow adventurer who was watching Valarys fell asleep. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, he knew he couldn't continue reading anymore. Not only that, but he had no idea if Pergos managed to awaken Colette. However, taking the initiative, he'd begin his watch on their prisoner. "It looked like you enjoyed that book, stranger," Valarys commented, looking up a little.
Tanythe thought for a moment, on if he'd engage in conversation. The thoughts got the better of him, he could see it as a new learning method, to talk to villains and other criminals. "I did, I'm surprised you're still conscious," He replied, glancing at the wounded dragonborn up and down.
"What made you go after me? take me in, and tie me to whatever is the closest thing?"
Tanythe froze up, he had no idea on if he should speak of the real reason. Alas, he finally decided that the best option for himself and his party's safety was to lie. "We're just heroes. We do what is right. Such as taking down a powerful figure such as yourself." He lied, holding his breath from the stress on if he'd be caught out. Valarys squinted his eyes in suspicion.
"Really? I mean, a barbaric gladiator from the Cult of Rakdos, and a petty thief who has wasted everyone else's away on addictions, it doesn't really paint the idea of being 'Heroes', does it?" Valarys chuckled, trying to fix up his ragged outfit, but only struck the chain against what he was tied to. It caused him to grunt, before continuing on with his words. "Go on, keep telling me that you're a 'hero', because I can tell that no hero would kill creatures like back there, they'd do it mercifully," Valarys grinned, slumping down again.
A huff came from Tanythe, he should've seen this outcome sooner. "hmph... We're sell-swords, then. Working under Guildmaster Morden. I suppose saying this to a schemer such as yourself, nobody will listen to you, or take your words with sincerity," Tanythe felt a heavy sensation escape his chest, like he could finally breathe easily. He gripped onto his side, even speaking ill of the name Morden made him shiver. Imagine what could happen, not only to him, but his allies.

"Morden? As in THE Morden? heh, it was not what I expected. I thought of you as Dimir fellows, I don't know which one is worse." Valarys chuckled, slumping down into a more comfortable position. "Anyways, if you're bringing me to Madam Luciea, make sure that you get paid. She's a slippery fool, the last time I did a job for her, I got the short end of the stick," He grunted, thinking back to that time. However, Tanythe glanced back to him, with a look of confusion in his eyes.
"You once worked for Luciea? But... aren't you a terrorist? Or some sort of villain? What in the hell does Luciea want from a man like you?" Tanythe got up, stepping over small piles of hay as he'd lower down to Valarys' level.
"Wouldn't you like to know? Heh, as if I'd tell my captor anymore. You really aren't that smart, are you? So defensive, yet efficient, but deep down I can tell you're pathetic. Just like your village was." He smirked, glancing up to him, before being met with his gloved fist. The half-elf struck him, causing a spray of poisonous blood to splash across the barn's walls. "Don't... don't ever bring them up... you understand me, you fool?!" Shouts echoed in the small area, awakening Colette. Tanythe kept striking his prisoner, until he got pulled away by Colette. "Tanythe. Control yourself. Don't let his silver tongue enter your head. Go on, get some rest. I'll watch him." She spoke out, putting a soft hand onto his shoulder. He huffed, turned, and sat back down.
"We better make sure that Luciea takes his head, alright?"
"...yes. We will, don't worry."

The next day, Tanythe woke up to the sound of Børrn trying to exit the barn without making any damage to it. In the end, he had snapped a support beam with his head, and spent a good few minutes trying to fix it. "Børrn, Børrn, relax. Let me fix it." Tanythe offered, clearing his throat midway through his sentence. "Just, step out of the way, please." He lifted up his hands, small runes forming in each hand as the snap that was made, would repair itself, laced with a spectral, green rope for a few seconds. "There we go, is that everyone gone off again?" He called out, going to get his horse.
"Well, we wouldn't be waiting for you, would we?" Pergos asked, hooking Valarys back onto their two horses. "Now, next time you decide to mess around with him, make sure you don't chip a tooth. If somebody ends up finding out that Valarys isn't in Carceri, but also travelling in Aitso again, this could spark an expedition against us, alright?" Pergos showed off the small bit of tooth he found, putting it into his bag. "Come on then, we have places to be, you know." The rogue muttered, uncharacteristically of him. Tanythe then realised that Pergos had made a makeshift pillow, and as soon as they started travelling, he was already laid back on it, whilst on a horse.

Their travelling took them downhill at first, past the dual rivers of Reed and Riad, until they'd enter a small ravine, with their road journeying to the bottom of it. Past the gallows, underdark towns, and fields of sunflowers, they soon found themselves alone, for the first time in a while. No houses nearby, or forms of civilisation. It was peaceful, all they could hear, other than the trots of their horses, was a fresh breeze. "To think, that just a couple miles north of here, is the famed city of Dallbert. Crazy, ain't it?" Pergos chuckled, wiping away some of the leaves that fell on his face. He got up, and nearly got his face smacked with a branch, by the lone tree they'd just passed. "Wow, you're really not good with your eyes, are ya?" Børrn asked, chuckling to himself as a branch would hit him as well, but instead of causing any disturbance to him, it simply broke off and fell onto his lap. Proceeding to pick it up, he'd swing it around, like he was a kid again. Tanythe would have to duck, repeatedly, due to Børrn's swings arcing behind him, nearly hitting his friend. "You nearly killed me there!" Tanythe chuckled, grabbing onto the stick as he'd stand on the edge of it, balancing well enough.
"Sorry! I'll just... um... throw it away." The barbarian picked up his friend, and then threw the branch like a javelin, striking the ground quite a distance away. Pergos blinked a few times at what happened, then turning to face Valarys. "That'll happen to your pathetic self if you step any more out of line, got it?" He asked, the human chuckling before going back over to Colette. "You do realise you don't HAVE to threaten him all the time, I'm sure he understands that he'll be killed at the least." She'd sigh, wiping her face from some of the things that fell from the tree. The four continued talking, usually just banter, or whatever the found common ground on. That was, until they overheard the bustling streets and music of Dallbert. They made it.

To get into the city, they had to prove that their adventuring work wasn't in evil goals. To prove this, Pergos stepped up and pulled Valarys to his feet. "We're just making sure that this bastard gets what he deserves, you understand, right?" He asked the guard that had intervened on their travelling, whilst tossing over a gold coin. "Wow, it's not often that we have travellers from other factions here, have a good time here," They gave a smile, and stood out of their way. When the others were not looking, the guard had dropped the smile and whispered into an earpiece they had. "Madam, I think he's here." They mumbled, before returning to their duties. The party themselves would put their horses into a stable and continue off down the streets. Tanythe kept a dagger up his sleeve. This place was new to him, he did not want to risk starting a fight with bandits, not due to the fight itself, but due to Valarys having an opportunity to escape. Wandering through the streets, they'd soon end up finding their contact's main building.

Studded with golden murals and statues, along with 2 stone pillars holding up an extension to the building in front of the adventurers. Written in what appears to be a fluorescent hue of blue, tainted with a metallic shine, reads out Luciean Automages. The doors would automatically swing open, upon the group getting within 10 feet of it. The inside was just as grand as the exterior. Red, stainless carpets, which went up a grand staircase to upper floors, with hallways that overlooked the lower floors. Standing upon the highest point of the first floor, was Luciea herself. Donning a more militant outfit than most other business heads in Dallbert, she trotted down the stairs. Each step echoed in the building, and she'd finish exactly 5 feet away from Børrn, who was standing the most forward out of the adventurers. "Afternoon, adventurers. I see you've given me the package. Good work." She'd snap her fingers, a gnome hurrying down the stairs with a bulging pouch placed within his rough hands. "Your reward is 50 gold pieces, each. If that madman was still around, who knows what would've happened." Børrn picked up the pouch, seeing 20 platinum pieces within it, 5 for each, of course. "However, before my Sentinels bring him away. How about a celebration? It is not every day people venture into Carceri and come out with their lives intact, plus an escaped convict! Might I suggest a dinner? The banquets we have here are quite delicious." She'd offer, two golems made of copper and brass plates readying themselves for command, appearing from underneath the staircase. Their fists, like hammers, lifted upwards in case Valarys would try and escape.
"Personally, I'd love to have dinner, I'm sure I speak for all of us. Yes? Alright, will it be right now?" Pergos immediately offered, and before the rest of the party could even get a word in, or even reject it, Luciea nodded in agreement. "Perfect! I'll go organise for the chef to arrive, and could you four be seated by... half two?" She asked, clapping her hands together. With a spin of her heel, she'd walk off, along with Valarys getting dragged away. The entire time, Tanythe kept his eager eyes on Valarys, just in case he tried anything. Valarys, though, was smiling, a grin that could strike fear in the gods, Tanythe could tell something was wrong.

Within that time, the party would rent out rooms in a tavern, and find more formal outfits for the event. Tanythe spent his time, and money, on a formal suit, costing him 10 GP to be quickly fitted. Fixing up a dark green tie, and removing his cowl, which caused his light brown hair to be let loose, Tanythe took himself back to Luciean Automages. The doors swung open, and the same halfling from before guided him to the Great Hall. Classic, oaken chairs lined the long, drawn-out table. Like an arrow, it pointed straight, with an extra, larger chair, like the head of said arrow, sat at the top. It was efficient. Luciea sat at the top, donning a more formal outfit, rather than militant. Børrn, well... Børrn was wearing what he was before, but with a bow tie added on for formality. Sure, he still had on his Rakdos chains, and signet, although he did look a lot more formal. It was only them three, for now. "at least half of you know how to read a clock, do either of you know where the other two are?" Luciea huffed, leaning forward to look at either of them. Tanythe went to speak, feeling a lump in his throat. The lady just had some threatening aura about her. If those golems were under a staircase, what stopped them from watching them right now, in this very room?
"I... uh... I do think that they are still picking out outfits for this or arriving here at this very moment!" He quickly spoke out, a heavy sensation forming in his chest. Luckily, for him, he was right. Pergos, in his less formal adventurer's outfit, which still held onto his armaments. Although, he did have a noble-looking black coat, decorated with small patterns on its breast pocket. "My most sincere apologies for being late, even by half a minute. He got to his seat, soon after, with a more relaxed smile on his face.

Last to arrive was Colette, she hurried in, not saying a word, and sat down a distance further than the others to Luciea. "No need to be shy, love. Come on, we have to celebrate. You lot are doing very well for adventurers." Luciea chuckled, drinking some of the red wine in her hand.
"As much as we have other things to do, I thought it was best if we stayed for dinner, I mean, what could go wrong in just a few hours?" Pergos rested back in his chair, as, within moments, a purple mist covered the table. When it dispersed, a large banquet of rich foods covered the table. "I thought it'd be best to act like there was 20 of us here, instead of 5. It does look like you all could use a good meal. What is it, the meals you've been having before? Bread and beef? Those are pathetically out of proportion. You are all such great mercenaries. Go on, have anything. I do recommend the Goodberry pies, or Owlbear Steak." Luciea continued on, using a spectral hand to guide a plate of some type of steak to her. What went on afterwards was eating in silence. Tanythe couldn't muster up the words to speak, neither could Colette. Whereas the very hungry Børrn kept eating, as if nothing was wrong. "Well, I'd like to thank you for this meal, Lady Luciea. It's not often that good people get met with a greater person." Pergos spoke up, with an optimistic smile. He turned, looking off to one of the maids on the other end of the room. She ended up being a little flustered, which caught the attention of Colette. "You must excuse me, if okay." She mumbled, going off from the great hall, back to her room.

The next half hour felt like days to the half elf, and at the first moment he could go, he did. Hurrying off to his room, he got inside and forced off his own suit. He felt trapped, breathing heavily as he'd slump down next to the bed he just rented. "What... what the fuck..." He gripped onto the wooden posts near him, taking in deep breaths like he had used to, for hunting. "it's okay... it's okay... it's okay..." He kept telling himself, until he heard a knock on his door. "Tanythe? Is friend okay?" A deep voice, Børrn's, asked.
"What? Oh... yes! I am fine, do not worry, my friend!" He stuttered out. "I am just... going off to bed, we will talk tomorrow, right? Great, see you then." He got into his bed, and tried his damn hardest to fall asleep.

A few hours later, he woke up, from a frantic nightmare. Sweat dripped down his face and he'd overhear a mumbling outside. "Look... you cannot keep getting yourself caught by lackeys of Morden, got it? You lost a tooth there, as well. Soon it can be a finger, a foot, or worse, your head. Get going, now," A familiar, feminine voice told somebody.
"Of course, my liege. Thank you for letting me escape Carceri. I am in debt to you." When Tanythe looked out of the window, a few stories out of reach, he was in shock. His intuition was right. Luciea, down below, would pass on a longsword to a more healthy looking Valarys, who then walked off down the street. Slumping down to the floor, it soon donned on him that he helped a renowned criminal escape from the Prison Realm, itself. A cold breeze hit his frowning face, and he then gasped for air. He never felt more disappointed in his life so far.