Peeve's Anchor

[The Stranger]

Tomas shoved the rubbing into an inner pocket and scampere back up to join Crawley. "Have what we'd came for wouldn't you say?" He panted. "Let's bugger off!"

[Horas]

"Does it go any farther?" Crawley asks. But he does not seem to want to pursue it either way, backing up the passage the way they came.

[Horas]

Once they reach the upper chambers, Crawley awkwardly throws the knocked-out inkeep over his shoulder to carry him out, and indicates that Tomas should do the same for the stabbed woman, whether she is still breathing or not.

[The Stranger]

Tomas snatched up the blind woman, and hauled her over his shoulder, "Throw them in the cart out front, and cover 'em with the tarp," he suggested.

[Horas]

Crawley hurries up and does so, hoping to get out of there before there is more trouble.

[The Smith]

It seemed like trouble had taken a nap for the time being.

[Horas]

The two bound prisoners are dumped in the cart and covered with a rough canvas tarp. Crawley takes the cart a few streets down, a few alleys over, to an old dockside warehouse he knew to be quiet and unoccupied. The man and woman are brought inside.

"That was some creepy shit," Crawley mutters irritably, rubbing at his his neck wound. "May need to get someone knows a thing about healing in here fer these two. I don't figure you got a maester's chain in that bag of tricks of yours?"

[The Stranger]

"Regretfully not." Tomas replied. "How bad are they?"

[Horas]

Crawley checks them over, seeing how bad they look.

[No healing skill]

[The Smith]

The blind woman was near death. The other would live a couple days.

[Horas]

"Right then," Crawley grunts. "I might know a hedge maester or two in this city. You keep 'em secure while I fetch one."

[OOC: Sorry, was under the impression I was waiting on a tag here. In the interest of speeding things up, let me know if I have any contacts (noteworthy intrigue) who might be able to patch someone up on the down low, and if so do they get there in time to make a difference.]

[The Smith]

{You stabilize the guy. The lady dies before you reach the hedge doctor.}

[Horas]

Crawley growls in frustration when he gets back. "Alright, one outta two." He stalks forward and slaps the bound man in the face. "Wake up, you son of a bitch. Time for you to start talking."

[The Smith]

The man slowly wakes. His opening to stare into the light.

[Horas]

"Start talkin' or start dyin'" Crawley says bluntly. "Let's skip past the 'you don't know nothin'" stage, eh Delrick?"