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Raelan grins at this.

"Mmm... can't trust me? You could not trust me and leave. Then one day your friend will lose control and end up obliterating an entire town. Unless, of course, you'd enjoy obliterating an entire town...."

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Roy comes in the room and leans against the wall.
"I highly doubt that. And what did you use this training ground for?"

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Raelan suddenly lashes out, kicking Roy's legs out, twisting his arm, and pinning him to the ground by the throat with his foot, all in lightning motion.

"That."

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Caed steps into the room.

"Let him go, you can obviously fight."

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Raelan shows his infamous grin and releases Roy.

"Now that we've got that settled, how about it?"

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Roy gets back up haggardly.

"I say we try out that training spot."

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Argus follows the group to the Inn, and gets a room there. He eavesdrops on them through the wall, hearing their conversation.

Road to Riverdale

"Blast it!"

Jajul pushes the driver off of him. As horror fills his mind, he scrambles to get behind the wagon. He pulls out his sword from the back.

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Caed ponders for a minute.

"Very well. We'll see how your training area looks, and go on from there. Don't think I trust you, though. We can leave early in the morning, before people come to question us about the fire."

Caed returns to his own room to rest, weary from the days events. Especially emotionally.

Road to Riverdale

Bolts sink into the opposing side of the wagon with a thick thud several times, then stop. One of the guards looks over the cabin to the northern woods, where the bolts came from.

"I don't think there are anymore."

He barely finishes the last word before another projectile sprouts from his right eye. He leans heavily against the wagon, dead.

The guide inches away from the body, muttering under his breath.

"I don't get paid enough to die!"

With this, he flees back to the road. Before he is even five meters away from the wagon, five bolts plunge deep into his back, and he drops.

The remaining guard huddles close to Jajul, shaking and sweating heavily.

"Just... just stay put. Maybe they'll make demands."

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Roy returns to his room for another uneasy night of sleep, unhappy at the set-back of another day.