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[color=39b54a]"Alright then," [/color] Said Taran, turning to head up the stairs into the upper rooms. [color=00a651]"Catch you on the flip side, please /try/ to stay out of trouble." [/color] With that, he quietly ran up the stairs and started trying various doors.  The first few he tried were very much like the one that he and Prince came it. Dusty, dark and full of useless crap.  On about the sixth door, he finally hit the jackpot. The door lead into a room that was huge, bigger than most of the common rooms on the  Leviathan.  There was a great chandler that hung over a bed that could have easily fit seven or eight people. There were more pillows than Taran could count and sitting right on the far corner, was a jewelry stand that was the size of a small tree.   Diamond necklaces hung from it like lights on a christmas tree, rubies and emeralds like bulbs. It was quite pretty and Taran wasted no time in removing the jewels and finding them new home in his pockets. Just as his pockets were starting to fill heavy, he heard a cough. 

[color=ed145b]"Charlie, is that you?" [/color] Taran felt his blood run cold as he turned to see a figure on the darken room shift on the bed. [color=ed145b]"Charlie dear, come help mummy, she could use a nice cup of tea,"[/color] Suddenly the lights flicked on and there laid the oldest woman that Taran had ever seen.  She was skinny and frail, what little hair was left on her head was white and stood up like cotton candy. [color=ed145b]"Are you Charlie? You know I don't see too good these day,"[/color]  She motioned for Taran to come to the bed, the woman had a hypnotic nature about her that beaconed Taran forward. The jewels clicked criminally in his pocket as he approached the bed.  Soon he found his hand in the woman's much larger, wrinkled one. [color=ec008c]"No...you aren't my Charlie," [/color] She said finally. [color=ec008c]My Charlie is such a good boy. He bought me this house you know. With the money they gave him for coming to clean up the streets. Always looking after his mother, he is such a good boy,"[/color] She let out a little laugh, staring off into the distance. [color=ec008c]"Nothing like his younger brother. Not that I knew that when they were younger, thick as thieves, they used to call them the Lennoxs Brothers. But, I know that my Charlie will turn his brother around in the end. My Charlie is such a good boy. Bought me this house you know. I says to him when he got it, I says, you are going to keep me locked up in that tower. Just like a princess. He is such a good boy," [/color] 

Taran sat on the bed, the woman's grip getting tighter every second. Finally, she spoke again[color=ec008c]"Ah, Charlie, why don't you help mother get some tea,"[/color]Taran nearly jumped, thinking that someone else had entered the room, but he saw no one. Finally it clicked. This woman, was crazy. She made to get up, still holding on to Taran with a iron grip. [color=ec008c]"A nice cup of chamomile I think, with..with maybe a dash of rum. But don't tell your father,"[/color] She lead him down the stairs and into a kitchen. She sat down at the table expectantly. 

Finally Taran was able to come out of the shock he had just been put in at being kidnapped by an old woman. [color=00a651]"Ah, okay Mom,"[/color] he said loudly, hoping to get Prince's attention.[color=00a651]"I'll just put the kettle on!"[/color]

[color=ec008c]"Ah, yes there is my sweet boy, what is your name again? I don't remember you,"[/color]

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Kara Saun had gotten the grate out of the wall by the time the other two had reached the bed room. [color=fff200]"Well, clearly you are not from around here. See, here, when someone does you a favor, you say, 'thank you'. But I suppose that is what I want. Who are you and where did you come from. Clearly you aren't traders or military, so what are you doing with a ship? Nobody who is travling has a body count as high as your groups. [/color] She paused. [color=fff200]"But that is talk for another time. We have to move, they'll be sweeping this building soon and I don't want to be here when they do. So, lets just start with names, you already know mine, what are yours?"[/color]  Even as she spoke there were dogs barking and men enterning the downstairs rooms. People where yelling and babies crying. [color=fff200]"Ah, you know what, names can wait. Hurry! And close the gate behind you,"[/color] With that she climbed into the vent, disappearing from sight.


((I'll edit this later, let me know if you have questions. I'll be back later tonight))