As soon as En'Fel saw the sword come out, his hand automatically flew back to caution Hel'Tic, who was a second away from charging with his axe. En'Fel's eyes grew passive, and he stared at Sel emotionlessly. His other hand rose up, palm open. With each breath, a small bit up frozen steam seemed to sizzle from the ends of his finger tips. he fought the impulse to use his chilling touch.

"Who is he, and who are you?" he asked sternly.

"That man just made an attempt on my friend's life." Sel answered. "Until this oaf interfered." he spat, motioning towards Akar. He noticed for the first time, his eyes.

"Are you...?" He shook his head. "I just need some information from him, is all."

OOC: Good Night, fare well, it's time to say good-bye.

Darus looked and said simply "Will do sir". Darus hadn't slept in about three weeks, a horrible habbit of his. He developed it as a bouncer, working up to five bars a night. He took out the canteen he carried his fatigue potions in. "Bottoms up" He said to himself, pouring the drink into his mouth.

En'Fel considered this. He calmed himself slightly. "Then there is no need for conflict. We don't want to draw attention. This man who attempted to kill your friend will survive under the care of my friend," he motioned to Akar. "I will need to speak to the one he tried to kill. If I see fit, I will hand him over to you in bondage. If I don't, then he will be removed from this city without your knowledge. This is the way of the Ash--" En'Fel stopped himself. "Do you agree to these terms? I assure you, I do not tolerate murderers."

Akar nodded to show his approval of En'fel's plan.

"Fine." Sel conceded grudgingly sheathing his sword. "Follow me, I'll take you to her."

As they walked out the door, Sel made a comment. "So you're an ashlander, huh? I noticed your slip of tongue back there."

"What tribe?"

"I really don't know what they'll do," Lykaon said as the sword flew to his free hand via a weak telekinesis spell. "I know the old laws said anyone one with a bounty over 10,000 had a death warrant, meaning you couldn't pay it off, and you couldn't go to jail. If its below that you'll be fine. Spend a few years in jail perhaps, though." He pulled out a pair of bracers, they resembled slave bracers, the key difference is that they had a silence enchantment coupled with a damage strength one. To discourage physical attacks, and eliminate any magick threat.

"But since you went peacefully they might go easeir on you than otherwise," he added as he slapped the bracers on Ced's wrists. "This 'Lord' Megil seems the merciful type."

Ced held back a snort.

What kind of lord is he? More of a tyrant.

En'Fel stared at Sel as they walked. He was the outsider now. When he was in his own territory, he could be as rude as he wanted, but here, he relied on the help of others,

"Zainab," he said at last.

"Hmm. I've spent time with the Urshilaku and the Ahemussa, but I have to admit I don't know anything about the Zainab."

He stopped at Serene's door and knocked. "Just a warning; Serene reads minds." He stood, waiting for Serene to come to the door.

Lykaon, hardly noticing Ced's distaste led the Imperial back towards the Hall Of Justice, to be handed over to the proper authorities. Easy Money...

Mind reader? En'Fel wondered. It was strange but not unheard of. he knew of a legend of a wise woman in his tribe many years ago that claimed she had the ability. Still, a regular woman have this ability? It didn't seem right. Then again, En'Fel always had his chilling touch, which made him rather irregular.

That was it, Ahemussa, Urshilaku!

"Ahemussa and Urshilaku? Do you have connections with them?" he asked, his tone jumping to a little more hopeful.

Darus had fallen asleep for a few minutes, but was not worried for Megil was fast asleep. Darus sneaked out of the room, finding three Ordinators outside the door. "I'm going to get some sleep, so wake me up incase anything major happens. Otherwise wake me in three hours.

OOC: Must, sleep. Must, sleep. Good night all!

"Me? No. Serene is good friends with the wise woman of the Urshilaku. Nibadi, Nidabi. I give up, anyways, she is also friends with Sedrane of the Ahemussa."

"Nibani," En'Fel corrected him.

His jaw just about dropped flat. Nibani, Sedrane... Nibani and Sedrane, Nibani and Sedrane.

Okay, cool yourself, she'll read your mind soon, can't let your thoughts betray you.

En'Fel breathed deeply.

NIBANI AND SEDRANE! SHE KNOWS NIBANI AND SEDRANE!

Akar sat in the inn with the ashlanders, trying to heal the man a bit more.

He held his hands over the wound, and a blue glow emanated form his hands as he tried again. It didn't work very well. He had succeeded in closing the wound a bit more, but it was nowhere near healed.

With a sigh, he leaned back in the chair. Just as he did so, two guards burst through the door, looking for the ashlanders.

"run!" he yelled, hping they would listen to him without En'fel around.

Hel'tic seemed to be the only one not listening, so he grabbed the dunmer's arm and pushed him through the window before following suit. "Are you stupid? You can't fight them all! More will just keep coming!"

They ran out of the town, breathing hard. "I guess one of us will have to return for En'fel in an hour or two." one of the ashlanders (akar hadn't learned all their names) said.

Anthanes stepped out of his invisibility next to where Endris was laying [ooc: this is assuming they didn't drag him with them, which I think's very unlikely] and put Fearstruck to the assasin's throat.

"Just a matter of precaution, morag tong scum."

Murmandamus
Murmandamus had gone swiftly to the construction site, and hidden in the shadows where he could see the two men. He unslung his bow and readied and arrow, in case the hooded man tried anything. He saw him drop his sword and have restraints put on him, but he kept the arrow ready nonetheless

Endris had woke up before the guards burst through the door, but no one would have known. He kept his eyes closed and continued to breath shallowly. His chest was still in a great amount of pain and the last thing he remembered was running out of the manor door.

Endris heard the sound of armor--guard armor-- bursting through the door, an exchange of shouts and footsteps, and the threat of the 'Archbattlemage' he encountered before. But he continued to act unconscious for he was in a tight position. He could feel that someone had taken his cloak, his katana was at his side but it was in no position to cut its way out of a paper bag, and his wakizashi had been broken in the manor. But Endris was most worried about his cloak, his writ was in one of the pockets--the writ that would save him from the guards.



OOC: lets say one of teh ashlander dudes took endris' cloak for safe keeping or something

"Unconscious." , Anthanes muttered. "Good. Makes it easier."

He grabbed Endris by the scruff of the neck, lifted him up, and brusquely dragged him outside. Giving somewhat intimidating black looks to people that look his way for longer than a second, the half-dunmer was able to make his way to Morvayn Manor without disturbance. He threw Endris onto the floor in front of Serene, slammed the door shut, and spat.

"Morag Tong."

Eberron
Vvardenfell
Ald'Ruhn, Morvayn Manor

Eberron had stayed a little away as the action took place, he didn't take the chance to intefer with Serene's life on the line and he had just met them. He saw the Half-Dunmer came in throwing the limb body of the assassin on the floor.

"Why would a member of the Morag Tong try to assassinate Serene, she's a hero" Eberron said shyly looking down at Endris, asking himself if the assassin was dead...