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[Sirus]

"I assume these are referring to you, and not some other Dag. Why show this to me? I don't think we're really in the bounty hunting business."

[Haspen]

Dag rolled his eyes and then pulled the first paper from Gregor's hands.

The second paper referred to someone by name Colchana, and some other person named Barlos. Dag then took the second paper and Gregor could see the last one...

WANTED:

Gregor von Hexham, Derick, Ami Storm, Christopher Shields, Alexander Jorinn,
Charlotte Braxis, Seyena Ikane, Riven, Olison Eul, Valor Inara

Price: 2500 for each of them, 4000 for the head of the leader, Gregor von Hexham

Crimes: Mass killing of Kesselring servants and soldiers, desertion from post, treachery to Menelea, pillage of two Kesselring settlements, numerous thefts from Kesselring Fortress, conspiracy with Berebians

"Interesting, isn't it?" Dag didn't even try to smile.

[Sirus]

Gregor had to put the page down to avoid crumpling it in anger.
"That...that witch!
So now what? Why show me this?"

[Haspen]

Dag tapped the table.

"Actually, it is a coincidence. I never thought I would meet any of... fellow 'criminals' on my trip." Dag looked behind his back as if bounty hunters were at the door's inn already.

"Listen carefully - every soldier and mercenary east and south of here is looking for me and you guys. I won't be surprised if Mercian guilds will soon get hands on these posters as well. I'm a kind-hearted man, so I'm offering you a proposal: flee with me to Berebia. My sister is a maid at one of the wealthier courts. You could stay with me there, or just go somewhere else. I ask for no payment, hell, all I want is get out of Menelea as soon as possible."

"What do you say?" In the same moment, Anja walked back to the table, looked at Dag, then at Gregor, and then at Dag again.

"What you sweethearts are talking about, hmm? Business?"

[Sirus]

Gregor sank in his seat, a sense of impending doom overtaking him.

"Of a sort, Anja. Take a look." He handed her the third wanted poster.

[Haspen]

Anja grabbed the paper and read it, her eyes getting a little wide.

"Oh dear, you're in quite a pickle." She then handed the paper to Alexander just in case he didn't look before.

[Powder Miner]

Alexander took the paper. He begin to glance at it- and then he stared at the paper, with a horrified expression.
:"Wh... what is this?!"

[Sirus]

Gregor sighed.

It's a warrant for our arrest and/or death. Looks like I, at least, am worth more dead than alive." What an unpleasant thought.

[Haspen]

"A promise of reward for your dead body, sweetheart." Anja quietly spoke after Gregor while Dag stood up.

"I'm leaving after I get something to eat." Dag turned away and moved to the counter, quietly starting a conversation with the short, stout innkeeper. Anja, looked after the mage.

"Soo... I wasn't in Berebia in a while. The gypsy spoke, her lips curving upwards in a smile.

[Powder Miner]

Alexander just stood there frozen in the terror of what remains of his devotion to Menelea he had had were brutally shattered.

[Sirus]

"Are you saying that there probably isn't anyone there who wants to kill you?" Gregor asked dryly. He then realized that Alexander had basically become petrified, and patted the other man on the shoulder to try and shake him out of it. He was far from certain the knight could feel it through the thick armor, but it was the thought that counted.

[Haspen]

Anja grinned.

"I recall only satisfied Berebian clients. Would be a surprise to be proven otherwise. Should I drag Charlotte from the bed?" She then noticed the state in which Alexander was.

"Knighty guy, hellooo... do you need another motivational gesture from Anja the gorgeous?"

[Sirus]

"If we're gonna leave with that man, you better get her. Hopefully she'll be able to sleep in the wagon."

A thought occurred to Gregor. "You're pretty good at reading people, right? What did you think of our mystery mage over there?"

[Powder Miner]

Alexander returned to a state of awareness- but only semi-awareness, allowing him to edge away from Anja. He was still obviously horrified by what he had just seen.

[Haspen]

"Me? Well, I don't think he is lying. I never did business with him, so I don't know how he is, honestly."