Just as healers finished, Prince and Lord continued.
"So mayhaps you would wish to stay here for a while? Declare my humble city as your seat, so-" "No, thank you. I wouldn't feel safe here." "Your Highness! Tis was but an unfortunate accident, and as you see my guards are competent and can arrive just in time! I see-" "But somehow, Lafach's assasins and hired thugs managed to assault me in the middle of the city, in the daylight, and just by pure coincidence there was no city guard patrols in the line of sight." "I assure you, mere coin-" "Apologies but I don't really buy it. In my eyes, it looks like you were warned of the plot, maybe even asked to join in it, but instead of sending a messenger or scouts to warn me of it, you instead turned a blind eye to this, deciding that just as the things would go bad you would arrive with knights and trumpets, kill my assailants and perhaps I would owe you a debt or two?" "N-Now, Prince Titon..." "Furthermore, you got a bit angry there at Gwyn, who got here before you and therefore I have a debt to him, not you, at least not directly. And I didn't have a chance to speak with my assailants, you had them taken away almost instantly." "..." "I thank you for your... intervention, mister Gwyn." "I was doing my duty." "As for you, Lord Cafvaden, I will continue east. However, I would like to consider you an ally still. Allies should help each other, right? While I cannot help you, you could help me." "...how?" "Next leg of my journey will have little if no chances to buy supplies. I ask you to prepare..." Prince Titon looked over his people.
"Two iron lances, a spare axe, a crossbow for Vera, an anima tome for Iolani here and from what I saw, a dark tome for this... guy here." He nodded at Galen, and after a moment turned back to Lord Cafvaden.
"A spare healing staff won't hurt either." "I will personally see to it." The city's lord spoke in less cheerful and more annoyed tone than before.
"I will have these supplies delivered to the eastern gate, so please go and wait there." With that, he and his entourage, and Gwyn's soldiers - and remainder of captives - marched and rode northwards.
"He just told us to 'leave the city at once', didn't he." "I believe so." "We're not going to stay at the tavern, then." "No tavern. If that blue-haired guy had the ire to strike during the day I don't want to think what he can try when most of us is asleep and scattered across a building in small cramped rooms. We will leave the city at once - Odysios, Chalco, Orena, I want you to remain at the eastern gate and see if Lord Cafvaden does deliver the supplies. We will wait for you in the eastern hills, at a small distance from the city. If they don't show up till sunset, just leave and join with us." "Sir, if something happens, you might need a messenger..." "Don't worry, I will have Lizbeth on my side, and she has a speedy mount. Let's go now, people." Prince Titon marched down the road, with Odysios and Orena right behind him...