[IRP] Between Two Worlds

[Victor]

Sergius winced at the mention of the killings. Seemed like a murderer more than anything, wanting to make an identity for himself, and most likely inspiring a hundred assassins to take his name. He knew nothing about the criminal underworld, and this seemed like something brutal that all criminals would do, petty or not. The name itself was vicious.

Her suggestion of finding a room at an inn almost angered him. It wasn’t the obvious deception of what she called the “silent discount,” but rather, the implication that he’d be willing to walk into an inn with her and purchase a room. He hastily downed the last of his ale, and slammed the tankard down a bit harder than he should have.

“Miss, if you’d like me to walk you home, you need only have asked, but my place tonight is with those who need me.” A room at an inn and a soft bed wouldn’t deter him from his purpose. He was here to minister to the displaced Lycians and Etrurians, not to live in comfort in a town full of brigands and thieves and blonde women who are so quick to scam a man out of his due pay.