[EVENT RP] The Reclamation of Tania

[Victor]

Roland wasn't pleased to be having any part of this, but he obliged Paige by following her. By the time he had managed to get himself kicked out of the inn, his own sense of curiosity and intrigue had dulled to the point of no return. What was the fun in picking a fight if all it got you was kicked out, and then led to some secret meeting? What did Paige have to do with all of this anyways? She could've just been bluffing anyways, especially with the information she threw out. What kind of librarian found a secret heir, anyways? That was usually the job of a magic sword stuck in a stone, or a tournament in front of every noble of the kingdom.

Roland clammed up, fuming. If he was there, he would've taken the information by force. Trusting any sort of book to provide information would be trusting the sniveling mage who wrote it, and Roland wasn't about to take sides in the greater conflict by here-say alone. Still, what was being said amounted to high treason, and having been on the run for exactly that, he wasn't about to indict himself a second time. Especially not if Paige had been sent to snatch him up and send him away to the gallows. They were just waiting for an admission of his treason, that was it. They had brought him to this "secret" meeting and attempted to feed him false secrets in hopes of getting him to admit his treason. Not today. He wouldn't be falling for that.

Just as the steps of the armored guards began and everyone began to think of a plan, Roland drew his sword near his body, and pressed himself against the darker corners of the alleyway. There was no way he'd be going out without a fight. As the red-haired night and Paige galavanted away as lovers, he stood completely still and quiet, waiting for the regiment to pass. It was a close call. But he still wasn't sure about those that remained with him. Purple wasn't a color that any mere commoner would be wearing out and about. He'd be looking out for Paige, especially now that he was left to contend with these folks.

The others, still in the alley, had not yet moved. Roland stood, and held his sword loosely at his side as he addressed the others, consciously not sheathing it, just in case they turned on him.

"So what do two men in purple and a savage want with the emperor himself?"