Shantyhouse on Mud Street in the castle town of Blackhaven

[Sam]

Markus quickly pockets the note, and looks down the stairs, but makes no move to join the fight.

[Ser Donnel Royce]

Dickon had been in the business long enough to know what fighting sounded like. He tapped his thumb twice on his crossbow and whispered, "We should probably check that out." Though he made no effort to do so.

[Sam]

"Be my guest," Markus whispered back. "I ain't stickin my neck out for noone. We got a job to do, and we're wastin' time here."

[Marie]

"You go first," Sasha insisted to Dickon. "See if you can shoot whoever it is. I'll follow, if we're like to need my daggers. I do best sneaking up from behind, and there's no room on the stairs."

[Ser Donnel Royce]

Dickon sighed and began walking towards the door. "Fine. But you owe me a bolt."

Upon clearing the room, Dickon fires his crossbow at the fat one with the cleaver.

[Noteworthy Crossbow]

[The Stranger]

Dickon fires, and just at that moment Creighton steps in front of him to swing his mace, and catches the quarrel in the back, causing him to grunt in pain, and stumble, in a very bad way now (-40).

[Urron Greyjoy]

Gregory, who had been standing behind Creighton since the beginning, waiting, now tried to make his move. He tried to slip behind the drunken man, pulling a short, highly sharp knife from under his rags, and slicing at the back of the mans legs, attempting to cripple him.

(Apprentice - Short Blades. Also, unsure if I still have to wait a round or not. Gregory was already downstairs with Creighton at the start of the fight. )

[The Stranger]

Creighton, deeply wounded, is able to crawl aside as Gregory jumps into the fray, but the maniac with the cleaver is clearly a more experience killer than the slightly delusional healer, and Gregory does not take his back, but instead finds himself staring him down face to face as they trade blows which don't land.

[Deleted]

Creighton swore silently to himself, winching as he managed to crawl out of the way after having been shot by the dornishman in the back. He prayed that he wasn't mortally wounded and made a promise to the Stranger that if he just kept away for a little longer, Creighton would give him the dornishman instead.

[Urron Greyjoy]

Gregory cackled wildly as the fighting became much more personal, avoiding the heavy swings as much as he could. He tries to surprise the man, dropping to his knees and stabbing his blade at the mans crotch.

[Marie]

Sasha crept down the stairs, her knives at the ready, aiming to stab the enemy in the back. After seeing Dickon's failure with the crossbow she was reluctant to try her throwing knives.

[Noteworthy dagger]

[The Stranger]

Gregory faints with his blade, and the Cleaver man commits, leaping in to the attack, but missing broadly. This allows Sasha time to step in behind, and gripping him by the hair, slit his throat.

The body falls to the ground from her hands, just as a group of guardsmen turn the corner. "Oi! You lot, stop where you are!"

[Marie]

Sasha cursed and glanced at her companions to see what they would do, though she tensed up ready to flee if need be.

"That man attacked my friend," she said, indicating the dead man, and then the wounded Creighton.

[The Stranger]

"Drop your weapons, All of you. You'll come with us and we'll sort it all out." The guardsman replied.

[Urron Greyjoy]

Gregory sighed mentally, knowing that the most noticeable injury on Creighton was the crossbow bolt, and the only crossbow was wielded by one of them. He pushed himself to his feet, feigning as an old man as best he can, having already hidden his dagger under his robes (or attempted to.) "The lady speaks the truth. This man attacked my boy, over there, and a fight ensued. In the heat of it, I'm afraid we had a bit of a misfire, but I am a healer. Will I at least be able to tend to my poor son? Please?"

(Noteworthy- Persuasion.)