[SRP] At Death's Door

[Andy]

Fred felt mildly cross. He'd crossed his arms over his chest, furrowing his brow and 'hrm'-ing for a minute, trying to think of a way to go about keeping the boy from dying as he followed Anka to the inn. "From what I've inferred, this is her first attempt. Her gift isn't well-received, and she's not had much support in the matter, Lantis. Call me Fred." He continued mulling it over for ten minutes, even as the group arrived at one of the inns. Coincidentally, he'd rented a room at this one. Reaching into his pocket, he removed a key.

"Anka," the mercenary called to her. When she looked to him, he handed her the key. "I rented a room here. The number is on the key. In the event I don't return at a reasonable hour tonight, the room's all yours." He turned on his heel and walked back the way they'd come, his boots tromping across the cobblestones with a purpose, his cloak billowing in the soft dusk breeze.

He arrived, without incident, at the Mayor's House, and knocked on the door. The man himself answered, looking as though he'd just begun preparing for bed. He saw Ambrose standing in his doorway, looming like a giant over the portly town official.

"Oh. It's you," the Mayor blinked.

"Yes. Me," he responded awkwardly, blinking. "Apologies, sir. For my sister, I mean."

"Sister? You mean that girl?"

"Yes. The one with the fits of madness."

"Who apparently predicts that my son will die."

"That one, yes. It's regarding that that I'm here, sir. You see, she always worries over what she sees, so, to ease her worries, I've decided that I want to act as your son's bodyguard, for the remaining time that I'm here," Fred mock-explained. It would have been comical, had he been able to see himself now, that he would sound so unsure of himself, almost self-effacing to this man. He wasn't expecting the offer to phase the man, or get him to agree, but the sellsword wouldn't have the offer remain unsaid if it had the slightest chance of helping.

"I reject. Your kind heart does you credit, sir, but I've had enough of this nonsense. Besides, if you did, you'd risk exposing your sister to another fit of madness within Silverglen, and you'd not be around to gallantly aid her, would you?"

"As you wish, sir. I will respect that, like it though I don't," Ambrose nodded. He turned back around. "Do tell him to be wary, though," the mercenary continued. "Life is precious, and I don't like seeing it lost." He heard the door shut behind him and returned to the Inn.