Part Of The Narrative

Kaladin exhaled slowly. "I don't know yet."

Kaladin opened the door, showing Ash the simple bed, lit room, and the rug covered floor. "See? It's better then the other one."

Kaladin thought. I guess back to the facility...but to a nice room this time. He nodded. "Come on," he said softly to Ash.

Kaladin took her arm absently, leading her through the crowd. As they went out the door, he stopped, leaning against the wall. "Where to take you..."

Rezyn shrugged. "He's a simple servant, supposedly. Just met him today." Kerst shook his head. "I need not fear you, I think."

Kaladin smiled at her. "C'mon." He took her hand and helped her up.

Enslyn stretched, shivering under her thin blankets. She wasn't going to be late today! She dressed hurriedly and ran down to the tavern, checking in with the bartender to see what she was needed for. @Argenti

Kaladin held out his hand to her. "Ready to go?"

Kerst nodded. “I think you better come back to my keep. You should meet my sister. I’m a figurehead compared to her.”

Kerst stood. "Where are you staying, assassin?"

Jax grimly pulled his knife out of Phil's body and wiped the blade on his shirt. He eyed his surroundings, trying to make sure no one could sneak up on him.

"By who? Why? Do you know the motive?"

Kerst snorted. "So you were hired?"

"Money?'

"I will consider," Kerst said. "But you haven't given me a straight answer on why the hell you tried to kill us all."

Jax flung his head down, but the arrow, well aimed, grazed his arm, making a line of blood well up. Gritting his teeth, Jax scrambled forward and thrust his knife toward Phil.

Kerst nodded. "What exactly," he chose his words very carefully, "do you hope to accomplish by joining us? Men like you often have their own agendas."

Kerst eyed him. "'Taking out' isn't the preferred method, though it might become necessary at some point. For now..." he was silent a moment, thinking. "Are you from around here, man? How old are you?" He asked the questions abruptly, trying to catch Sleeper off guard.

Kerst mulled that over. "We are simply trying to uncover the secrets of the government to see how far the corruption goes. You needn't be too interested." He paused, sensing skepticism. "We will succeed. Everyone back in that room has either the mind, the cunning, or the ruthlessness to achieve the status they now enjoy."

Jax turned, sighting Phil. He ducked, advancing on the archer, trying to keep under the line of fire.

Rezyn smirked. "Haven't gotten too rusty, I see," she said to Pernia, looking back at Silas.

North wall Jax crouched below the fighting. His knives were out, and he searched the room, looking for an unengaged target to warm up. He didn't want to jump in with multiple opponents just yet.

Name: Elsa Age (between 8 and 18) : 16 Gender: Female Talent: Killing conversations- ie; saying things nobody wants to hear. She's really smart. which annoys people even more. Favored weapons (if any): Knife Backstory: Her family is one in a long line of smedrys, she has both parents and one older brother. She lives in District 5, helping support her family however she can. Other info: She is kind of an odd one out, since all her family's talents are "better" than hers. She's not quite all there (can hear voices no one else can) but really quite sane otherwise.

Rezyn walked the familiar way to her keep with Pernia. As soon as Silas was out of sight she switched from her noblewoman bearing back to her street attitude, slouching and walking with a slight downward tilt of the head.