Shantyhouse on Mud Street in the castle town of Blackhaven

[The Stranger]

"Sure, keep him from dying," The guardsmen replied. The other three guardsmen spread out to form a kind of semi-circle. "And I want those weapons down on the ground right this instant."

[Urron Greyjoy]

Gregory pulled his dagger back out from under his rags, showing it to the guards. "I'll need this in case I must cut the bolt." He made his way to Creighton then, trying to get a better look at the wound, and see what must be done.

(Noteworthy- Healing)

[The Stranger]

Removing the bolt in this location is probably an error. It would be better to do it where there is access to wine, clean rags, and possibly a hot poker in order to seal the wound.

[Urron Greyjoy]

Gregory hummed quietly to himself before standing again, holding the dagger out to one of the guards, if they planned to take it. "Where will we be able to do this? It needs to be soon. He's losing blood quickly."

[The Stranger]

"Throw it on the ground," The guardsman replied, "You fellas are the one's slowing this down. The rest of you up on the stairs need to come down as well, then we can get started to the donjon."

[Marie]

Sasha reluctantly set down her bloodied dagger. Her other weapons were, thankfully, concealed from view.

[Urron Greyjoy]

Gregory dropped the dagger, turning to glare at the others. "There's another body upstairs, as well. Much older, looks like she died several days ago. Likely this fellow killed her." He nudged the now-deceased drunk, sniffing disdainfully.

[The Stranger]

"Drunk Tom?" the guardsman replied, "I doubt it. What were you doing upstairs?"

[Urron Greyjoy]

"My companions and I were making a brief stop here to rest. We were low on money, so I stopped by a few houses to see if anybody needed help, cheap. We caught a horrid stench coming from behind the door, and thought it best to make sure nothing had happened, while we sent one of our own out to find the guards. Luckily, it seems you found us first. A shame it was not in time to subdue Drunk Tom by more peaceful means." Gregory tried to keep calm as he lied through his teeth, putting faith into his own ability, and that his companions would agree.

(Noteworthy Persuasion. )

[The Stranger]

"Shut your damn mouth." he replied, lowering his pike a half an inch or so, "You're all going to the guardhouse to discuss it with the captain, that's just how it is."

[Urron Greyjoy]

Gregory simply shrugs, and waits on his companions.

[Sam]

Markus, who was still upstairs, turned and began to a look for another way out of the building, preferably one that would allow him to avoid the guardsmen.

[Marie]

Sasha frowned. "Fine then, we'll come along nicely. Or..." She leaned in close to the guard, pushed out her chest and spoke softly to him. "Maybe you and I can come to an arrangement?"

[Noteworthy seduction]

[The Stranger]

Markus sees a window on the back side of the house. Perhaps he could climb onto the roof and make it over to the neighboring house undetected.

The guard overlooks Sasha for a moment. "Could be." He agreed.

"Oi I want in too," replied the second one.

"Me three."

"aight that's the deal. Bill watch this lot while we sort things out with the missus. Everything good, they'll be on their way."

[Marie]

Sasha glanced from her companions to the guards and back again. She didn't much like using her sexuality as part of her work, but it was clearly going to be necessary in this instance. It wouldn't be the first time, after all, and it would be done with soon enough. So she made herself smile at the guards as if they were the most desirable men in the whole of Westeros.

"My friend needs medical attention. We must see to that first. Else he might die, and that would ruin the mood, wouldn't it? Let's go back to the guardhouse, where my friend may be tended, and the rest of us may be comfortable while we discuss our arrangement."