[i][color=teal]"Party? Don't think it would be a good idea. There are things here, I think. Beasts. They'd hear."[/color][/i]

[indent]"Sarcasm, lady, ever heard of it? Besides, it's a gods damned nightmare in this place anyway. I sure as hell ain't gonna play no stinkin' music here."

I sure as hell didn't want to fight any of these tough fucks, the knight especially.[/indent]
                      [i][color=red]"And finally, you show yourselves. Now, first things first - I rather not keep secrets in this place. I was an assassin before finding myself here. Just so you know. But worry not, together we can accomplish more than on our own, even an assassin knows that. I do not think we're meant to reach that place alone."[/color][/i]

[indent]"Yeah no shit, and I was a mercenary. Aren't we the best of pals right now."

I ignored the knight's question about a King. Some king, sheesh. The last king I'd known had ended up as butcher meat in his own throne room, along with nearly everyone else in his posse. Guards, servants, everyone except me, funnily enough. Like I was the punchline to some gods-be-damned joke. I could remember the scene like it was yesterday
[/indent]
                                                                                                                        [sub]blood soaking my boots a dirty crimson[/sub]
                                                             [sub]sunlight shining through the stained glass windows painting a still scene of death[/sub]
																					[sub]people strewn about the room like slaughtered animals[/sub]
			[sub]limbs[/sub]
													[sub]blood[/sub]
																											[sub]the king on his throne, dead, his throat slit from ear to ear[/sub]
														[sub]the man in the center of the room[/sub]
						[sub]the praying man[/sub]
							[sub]bells[/sub]
			[sub]oh the bells[/sub]
																[sub][sub]see how they run[/sub][/sub]
[indent]morning. How shocked I was, stumbling upon the gruesome scene. But as I fled, I caught sight of the man that I knew was the perpetrator. The only man crazy enough to kill the king and his entire chamber. An [b]assassin[/b]. Hired by whom, I didn't know. How much he was paid, I didn't know. All I knew was that these three people in front of me, minus the chick, were on to something. I didn't know what, or if it even involved the same king, but whatever, I felt like getting answers. I stepped forward to the group, slowly of course, and held my hands up, palms facing them, standard surrender position. I knew I could draw my sickle quickly enough, but if things went wrong, did I have enough time to retaliate before I ended up a red stain in the dirt?

"Anyway, I was thinking along the lines of our pal here. We need to stick together. Doesn't really matter what gods-forsaken place we came from or whatever, what matters is that we're here, we're lost, confused, fuckin' dirty and honestly I'm more than a little pissed off and unhinged right now, so before we all turn each other into mincemeat, I suggest that we work together. No other bright ideas, just we work as a team until we get to wherever mister muscle here's goin'."

I gestured to the knight with a hand. He appeared to be the one we were all following anyway.

Hopefully they bought the story. I didn't have anything else to go on. One wrong word and it'd be a slaughterhouse.[/indent]