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Tanyeera had spent the entire night neither truly awake nor asleep, but in a hazy zone somewhere between the two states, deeper than meditation but never really plumbing the depths of unconsciousness. She had roused at the first sounds of people waking and moving, but chosen to remain on her bed, staring blank-eyed at the ceiling for the nonce.

At the first pulse of the now-familiar Earth magic of Cerdik, the dull-eyed warrior had come abruptly to life. Before Cerdik had even started his mental summons, Tanyeera had dropped out of her own window as a faster alternative to the stairs, and come into the house again through one of the ground floor windows. By the time he had finished calling, Tanyeera was already standing in the kitchen, sword drawn as her eyes gazed coldly at the black-haired assassin. Had he not already been confined, battle would have already been joined, with his sword hand as her first target.

As it was though... "Drop the sword." She spoke without emotion, but the naked blade in her hand spoke all too clearly of the consequences should he refuse.

Kato knew defeat when he saw it. He would not be getting out alive, and even if he did, he also knew he would be tortured for information. Such was the life and death of an assassin: by the blade. Whose blade was always the interesting factor. In this scenario, it would be the assassin's own blade that brought about his end.

Glancing at Cerdik with a devilish glint in his eyes, the two exchanged unspoken words.

"Nnnooo!" Cerdik cried out, and dashed toward Kato, an arm outstretched. Kato swiped his blade through the air, and Cerdik attempted to retract his arm. He received a wicked gash in his forearm for the lack of speed, and fell back, his momentum pulling legs out from beneath him. Before anyone else could react, Kato committed to hara-kiri before their very eyes. He drove the sword through the left half of his abdomen, and tore it out through the right; a perfect cut for disembowelment.

Finding Kato to no longer pose a threat, the earthen cast fell to dust, and the assassin fell onto his face, dropping the sword. Gurgles and guttural rasps continued to pass Kato's lips, but he spoke no words. This was his end...

Seeing Kato commit suicide was more than Cerdik could take. He turned away, but it was too late. He had seen Kato's precision in disembowelment, and the picture was burned into his retinas, even as he closed his lids. On his hands and knees, he sobbed. It was not merely the sight that troubled him, though. It was the multitudinous memories that were associated with Kato, good and bad, and the knowledge that the person within them had now taken his own life.

It was almost too much to take in. He slumped against the wall, nearly crushing Felicia. Only a split-second decision to leap from Cerdik's shoulder saved her.

He knew this was not very becoming... It was tough... But 'tis demanded I becalm myself. He took a deep, ragged breath, and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, smearing a little blood across his face as he went. It was then that the deep stinging sensation became noticeable, and he held his wound gently, a futile attempt to stifle the bleeding.

He did not look at his companions, but instead stared at the floor before him. They would ask him to talk, and talking was something he wished not to do, at least not now.

I once promised death's end, but befailed is that quest... He sighed, finally looking up at the many nearby. "I failed," he repeated, and another brief set of sobs shook his poor frame. "We m-m-must beg-gone from here. Th-th-the c-clerics shall s-soon beknowledged of this."

Isarelle gave a scream and turned around with her face in her hands. Regner and Kyna only stepped back in shocked silence. Adencia swore angrily and turned, letting her loaded arrow fly into a wall, embedding itself in the wood. She was tempted to see if the man was still alive but knew it was useless.

Hearing what Cerdik said next she cringed. On the run.

"Regner, Kyna, how ready are you to set sail?" she asked them quickly.

"Well w-we were p-planning on setting o-out w-ithin the n-next c-c-couple of days. We have a-almost everything loaded b-but a f-few provisions s-still need to b-be placed." Regner stammered.

"Good, that means we're almost ready to set sail." Adencia thought outloud, "We need to be able to get out of here as soon as possible. Don't ask questions, I trust Cerdik's judgement. Everyone go and begin loading whatever cargo that still needs to be put on the ship. I'll take care of Cerdick and join you soon. Go now."

Regner nodded and went quickly, Kyna followed behind trying to get Isarelle to calm down. Adencia looked to Cerdick and bent down next to him. She held out her hand for his arm.

"May I?"

Adencia looked at Cerdik's arm and gently pulled away his torn shirt. It was bleeding pretty badly which would most likely drain the young mage if the wound wasn't taken care of soon.

"I'll be right back, I need to get some first aid supplies and some water." she said simply, then went to get what she needed. She came back with a pitcher of water and a bowl, several rags, and bandages.

Kneeling back down next to him, the elf submerged one of the rags in water than wrung it out halfway so the water still dripped from it. She moved towards Cerdik's arm with it and gave him a warning before delicately attempting to pat away the blood.

"This may sting a little." she said softly, "But you'll feel much better once you've been all fixed up."

Adencia understood that Cerdik had the ability to heal, he's healed her once before though the damage was minimal, but it was his chioce whether to use this or not. She wouldn't say anything and just help him untill he made a decision on what he wished to do.

Adencia delicately wrapped Cerdik's arm then disposed of the bloody rags she'd used to clean the wound on his arm. She could plainly see that he was trying to avoid her in a way. She understood but wished he might say something. She wished that she could say something as well.

Looking back the elf could see the body of the man who'd just killed himself before all of them, his blood pooled in large ammounts on the floor. She'd have to take care of that and quick.

Adencia looked back to Cerdik and said softly, "Come on, you shouldn't be in here. I'll take you back to the room and you can rest there untill we head to the ship." She held out her hand to him but was ready to catch or carry him should he falter.

Adencia made sure Cerdik got back to the room okay and was about to leave and take care of the body in the kitchen when the mage requested that he not be alone. Giving him a nod she opened to door to the room and went to one of the beds, sitting down and motioning for him to sit next to her.

"We can stay for a little while." She warned him, "But soon we'll have to get you to the ship, and I need to take care of . . . what happend in the kitchen . . ."

She paused a bit and looked to the young mage, unsure if she should ask him anything about what had happened. She didn't want him to be bothered.

"Do you want to . . . talk about what happened? I would like to know, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

Adencia shrugged a bit and kept her eyes on his. "Well . . . It seemed as if you knew that man. and might you know why he was here?"

The elf glanced outside and could see the sun rising. She began feeling a bit anxious about the body in the kitchen. She's have to get rid of it before the family that owned the assasinator began to wonder. She also needed to stage it to make it seem as it was, suicide, but in a different place and get back unnoticed. She could only imagine the family shouting something about needing an assasinator to assasinate the assassinator who assassinated their assassinator . . .