Sadril"Hey careful with that!" Sadril snarled at Flint when he threw his sword down, himself a little frustrated about letting the assassin get away. He got up from the crouched position he had remained in since he fell from the overlook, but felt a sharp surge of pain through his right leg and fell back to a kneel.
He felt his right ankle which was quite swollen, and judging by the pain...
Broken. Damnit all. Sadril lied back, allowing the guards who had shown up to take care of the few remaining assassins who were left behind. He had lost his cloak, and his blade had been nicked slightly, but he had obtained a new piece of information.
The Silhouette, huh? He breathed a deep sigh of defeat, his leg aching. "Medic."
(cue satyana, if she's not afraid of a little vampure

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VericVeric and Voltar arrived on scene at the Council hall, the place in complete disarray. "It would seem there was an attack," he said quietly to his companion while taking on the shape of a young, tall altmer--form his yellow eyes may blend in witha bit better. They watched from a safe distance at the scene.