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Riley, who had his back turned at the time, jumped and fell forwards off the roof.
Luckily, his fast reflexes saved him because he grabbed the edge in time.
"Hi." he said before pulling himself over the edge. "Now here's a more important question: Who are you? Or better, who do you work for? Yourself, or the authorities?" he asked, a small flash of silver near his sleeve as his blade slid down between two of his fingers.
Riley was quite certain standing like this would get some people to see him, but he didn't care much yet.

"Noted." Riley said simply, shaking his sleeve and moving his hand to get the blade back into position.
"And to answer your question, if you where the authorities, I probably would have expected a lot of sharp objects tossed at me from below, instead of a sneak-attack arresting like you suggested." he added, grinning slightly at the thought.
"So, when you say highest bidder...you mean you're a mercenary? Because if so, you can tell Phil that I don't owe him any more money." he asked after a moment, frowning.

Ezekiel exhausted slumped down against what looked to be an abandoned in near the port. He'd walked the city all night before looking for a place to rest, but between the look of his ripped and dirtied clothes and slightly blood shot eyes it was apparent that sleep wasn't something he'd had much of. All of the Inn keepers he'd dealt with so far had either been full, broken into, or too expensive. He let his head fall back tiredly against the stone he was resting on; the sun caused his eyes to strain painfully. He quickly raised a hand to block it out; in the shade of his hand he'd noticed the top of what looked to be a relatively well kept inn, his eyes slowly wandered down the front of the building stopping on the sign that bared its name.

The rotten apple? Doesn't seem rotten to me, at least there's no stumbling drunkards pouring it out of it not to mention the lack of wenches.

The promise of the inn was enough to prompt him to his feet. He brushed what he could off if himself and made his way in. He did his best to mask his fatigue and make it to the bar with out bumping into anyone. He made it most of the way with out bumping into anything except a few old women gossiping about the death of a guard at the port by the name of Garvin. He apologized profusely and made his way to the inn keeper.

"Sir, I've been wandering this city looking for a place to sleep for all of two days. If you have a room of any kind I'll give you what little I have for it, and if it's not enough I'd be willing to work it off after I've had some rest." he said as he removed the small bag of silver coins from his jacket and plopped onto the table.

Opening the bag slightly the inn keeper peeked inside and nodded satisfied with the amount there before handing him a key. Ezekiel thanked him and bowed before heading upstairs to his room where he quickly removed his sheathed sword and small backpack from his person along with his heavier outer garments and boots before drifting to sleep on the cot in the room

Mattias opened the door to his "house"...if you could call it one. It was merely an abandoned house in the slums that was not in the realtor's possession...and Mattias tried to keep it that way. He walked down the messy streets and farther into the city, until he came to an Inn & Bar. He decided to stop inside, maybe he could find a little change someone left behind or carelessly left on the bar. He stepped inside, the door almost falling off its hinges. They should fix that... Matt thought bitterly. He moved slyly, as to avoid the other people's attention and went to the inn keeper. He coughed to get his attention, "Sir, could you spare some coins fo' the poor and abandoned?" The bartender looked at him judgingly, before shaking his head and turning to fix someone a drink. Mattias rested his head in his arms on the bar, then sighed and stood back up, moving towards the door. The bartender looked to take the man's coins when he noticed they were gone! He looked around the bar for them but they were gone.

Mattias moved slyly through the inn and slipped out the door before the bartender got a chance to think he was the culprit. He looked in his pouch, found the coins refreshing and guilt-inducing. He shook his head, I need this... he thought as he moved through the streets. His brown robes allowing him to gently melt with the crowd. He decided it was a nice enough day to keep his hood up, he heard a sharp whistle and looked around. He couldn't find its source so he shrugged and moved through the crowd, letting his hands reach out every once in a while to slip a few coins into his own pouch.

"Okay." Jessica said. She was just gonna sit there and wait until and if she was needed.

[Heads up: Im going on vacation till Monday, so I won't be able to post. Maybe check in if I'm lucky, but prolly not.]