Nemesis HQ

A slight whisper penetrates Sidia's thoughts.

This is a trained assassin. I don't know if you can see them, but there are two others close behind, in hiding. Do not fight, but do not run unless I tell you. Stay very close to me.

Fate raises his gloved hands in submission.

"We come here on business terms alone. We just want to talk."

Prison

"I think two or three. Not sure."

Chance ducks back into the shadows, and comes back with a plate of salad and several sandwiches.

"Here you go."

He slides the plate through a small opening between the cell floor and bars.

Prison Camp

"Very well. You will be escorted back to your tent to prepare."

With that, a team of soldiers takes Legolas back to his tent, with sober looks upon their faces. It had not been a good day for anyone.

Nemesis HQ

Lets see if this works both ways, I Don't Give A Shit.

Sidia doesn't flinch.

Prison

Drak stares at the food and brings it close to his nose. He tosses the food back through the opening and says, "Haha, who do you take me for? You don't think I know when I'm being poisoned? What's really going on here?"

Prison Camp
Legolas arrives back at the tent and leans against the post, then asks "Where are my weapons?"

Prison

Chance laughs.

"Well, that definitely wasn't poisoned. But I guess if you don't want to eat, it's your choice."

Legolas' Tent

The sergeant of the guard points to a chest.

"Everything is in there. If you have any more requests, just ask."

I'm about 20 pages in, looks sexy as a sexy person. Awesome job so far c:

Prison
Drak looks oddly at Chance.

I could've sworn I smelled something in that food. What's going on here? Was it that fae? I've got to get out of here.

"In any case, what did you want me for in the first place?"

Prison

"You will find out soon."

Isola streets

Roy and Toya make their way through the bustling crowd of Isola's metropolis. Vendors and criers sing their coercing musings while the cityfolk walk briskly from place to place. Suddenly, there is a disturbance farther down the street. The crowd parts as a young boy (no older than 16 or so) cuts through the ocean of faces, fleeing from what appears to be several city guards. He runs straight into Roy.

Isola Streets

Roy is almost knocked over, but in the panic he grabs on the boy's bag, spilling a hefty amount of bills.

"What the hell? Where did you get this cash, kid?"
He shouts as he tugs on the messenger bag

Isola Streets

The boy tries to push past Roy, with little success.

"Please! They'll kill me! They think I stole this money!"

The guards are quickly advancing.