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Another day, another pocketed coin to spend toward another night of pleasure.

Usually one of his favorites would greet him at the door, take his cloak (and of course his money) before leading to their preferred chamber. This time it was the Matron greeting him at the threshold, a decorative shawl thrown and held close over her shoulders.

"There is someone with a wish to see you," she said in quiet voice, apparently not wishing to disturb the other girls with her words. "Keep your blade at hand tonight," she said even lower. Her eyes, brown as the wood floor, were constantly scanning the room as if waiting for something to go amiss. "She said she carried a warning of importance. If you wish to turn and depart now, I will note you made no stop this night."

"I chose one of the rooms closest to the back entrance, just in case." The matron picked up her skirts in one hand and held out the other for an escort, which was unusual as normally she would simply chose to lead the way with her girls.

"About my height. At least one scabbard. Seemed traveled. Worn clothes, some ill fit. Said very little and avoided the other girls. Requested a room with a curtained window," she mentioned, as soon as he came close enough which explained the escort. It allowed her to speak to him without raising her voice.

Upon reaching the room at the hallway's end, the matron stepped forward and promptly knocked thrice before pulling from Nept's arm and opening the door, standing back to allow him to step forward into a rather well lit room. Probably the Matron's doing.

Inside the room in the glow of the lights was a grey cloaked and hooded figure half turned toward the side of the window, ungloved fingers lightly holding the curtain edge. Her face was turned toward him and the doorway, away from what she was spying on through the sliver she had given herself to peek through.

The woman at the window moved none until there was the click of the door shutting behind him.

"If there were gods around, you wouldn't be here this night," the woman said, letting go of the curtain. She looked at him from beneath the hood with something less than defiance. With a smallish bed sitting between the two of them, he had the upper hand with more room to maneuver than what she had.

"You need to leave the city. Tonight. Now."

"I'd prefer it up. Sworn oaths have been made before and I've felt the bite of their betrayal."

Her words were cold like the air outside the brothel, as if he'd struck a nerve.

"Check under the pillow of the bed, the side closest to you, and tell me what that means to you. If you wish to lift the pillow with your sword or some other such awkward fashion out of safety, I hold no ill."


(Highlight: There's a black feather beneath.)

Agitated. That was the best way to describe the woman's reaction. Or nervous. She had obviously been hoping that he'd recognize some importance in the feather, but yet seemed to be wary about openly discussing it.

She looked toward the window again and then back at him putting the back of her knuckles to her lips as she took in a breath.

"Ask for a cloak from the Matron here, any that she can spare that might cover you best if you do leave. I'd almost say stay the night as it might not be expected, but pending your pocket and any concern for the women here, it falls to your choice.

To his well-wishes she made no bow as she watched him go. "May he exist for your future nights," she made as a last subtle warning before he turned the corner past the door.

Jay turned to lean on the wall behind her and press her head into the wood, knowing full well that she had little to persuade the man with when she came into this.

I tried. At least maybe he has a chance...

A chance that she had not when being escorted away by Caleb and his men.

She waited a time until she was certain the guard had left the building before leaving the room, approaching the Matron in regards to another way out, whether it be door or window.

Once outside the building, she hurried toward the road that would eventually lead to Fountain Street and the intersection with Tormor Gate.

The ranger, taking fast strides down the street, nearly passed Roman without actually seeing him.

"Come here," Jay said, grabbing his cloak and trying to usher him into an alley off the street. "Are you by yourself or is Micheal around too?" she asked, her breathing quicker but the way her words came out made it sound as if it wasn't the complete fault of her hurried pace. Something was going down.

"Then you are coming along. I've just set myself up for a clash with Hanuvh, but I don't know when and if that might come to a head," she said looking back at the street they had just come in off of. "Feel like watching from the shadows not far off tonight?"