07-10-2015, 08:29 PM
Ambrose knelt on the steps by the angled double door. "Shh...," he said in a whisper to Paige. "They're here." As the mercenary peered out crack between the doors, he could discern at least five soldiers, three... no, four of which carried lit torches. The soldier they'd konked out had come to, and was being questioned. Five or ten minutes of tense silence carried through the cellar as the muffled voices of the soldiers trickled through the doors. Ambrose didn't know how long it was, but eventually the group passed down the road, seemingly thinking that they'd gone and left the way they'd been instructed by the innkeeper.
Feeling his way deeper into the cellar, the mercenary felt a crate that he might be able to use to sit on. He sat down on the corner of it, then replied in a hoarse whisper, "I'm afraid I'm the reason you're here. There was a small uprising in a church halfway across Lycia, and during it, I killed a man and maimed another while I was inside a cathedral. I thought nothing of it, but I forgot who I was dealing with. Naturally, the Church wants a heretic like me dealt with as cruelly and publicly as possible. As soon as they got my location, they began hunting me. Doesn't help that I've been gathering dissidents to become a sort of assassin's guild."
Feeling his way deeper into the cellar, the mercenary felt a crate that he might be able to use to sit on. He sat down on the corner of it, then replied in a hoarse whisper, "I'm afraid I'm the reason you're here. There was a small uprising in a church halfway across Lycia, and during it, I killed a man and maimed another while I was inside a cathedral. I thought nothing of it, but I forgot who I was dealing with. Naturally, the Church wants a heretic like me dealt with as cruelly and publicly as possible. As soon as they got my location, they began hunting me. Doesn't help that I've been gathering dissidents to become a sort of assassin's guild."
Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.