[color=00aeef][h1][center]Grian Rothfell_[/center][/h1][/color]

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As the ragtag group made their way across the streets, Grian began to wonder. Perhaps his approach to the situatuion was damned to be bad from teh get go. maybe he needed an alternate view on the events. Like a blessing of some sort. Yeah. If shit hit the fan he could make sure to get away with some of Cheiko's statues and art. That could be worth more than a few months salary. Possibly. Who knows. Maybe even up to 1 holy coins. But he would get more info from an appraiser. Preferably a shady one that doesn't ask questions. The price will be lower, but it is as untracable as... well as untracable as him. Or that weird hitman girl. Shiver ran down Grian's spine as he reminded himself of that weirld girl he met a week ago or so. Her name was T something, he couldn't remember. But damn was she a crazy chick, being all goofy but dead serious. Wouldn't blink after slicing dozens of throats.

As he was lsot deep in thoughts they arrived to the guard outpost. The creeking of the large doors woke him up from his philosophical slumber, presenting the enormous bastions to his eyes. "Well, shiiiet". He couldn't decide whether this was a fortress or a castle, but it certainly didn't look like a guard outpost. There was no way he could get out without a real hassle. Thought he had been in amny rough spots, getting into trouble here would be the absolutely worst. Not that he couldn't deal with guards, or that he couldn't climb walls, but climbing gigantic walls whislt being chased by guards was a different case. He stopped a few steps before the gate and quickly looked around. Not many openings. But he couldn't really stall for too lnog as the justice driven knigh in front would get suspicious. Just as she said. "Those who abide law have nothing to fear of." Wellp, it seemed to Grian that his situation turned from a profitable investement into a pile of ozzing bad luck. 

As they crossed the inside of the outpost he noticed the lack of guards. A tiny glimpse of light that pierced the dark clouds dampening his rational thoughts. They were well equipped and kept an eye on each and every one of them, their hands near their swords. The sign of swordsmanship. From their stance to their general attitude, they seemed like trouble. So much for getting away with treasure. At least not here. As one of the more firece looking guards looked into his eyes, Grian couldn't help but look away. He was not comfortable being here, around all the law enforcement people. Thank god they entered a small room that looked like a study soon enough. 

For a guard outpost this place was, well, kitted so to say. Expensive paintings decorated the walls along with dozens upon dozens of hard covered books, each costing a small fortune. Golden and silver chandeliers adored the place, giving it a very luxurious aura. Even teh wooden furniture was well made, handcrafted with care. Grian was no craftsman but he could tell the difference. He stole from enough rich folk to know, thats for sure. So either this was the treasury made to look like a room, or some high up had this as an office.

To his surprise the knight who led them here sat down in teh biggest chair behind the desk, and ordered him and Cheiko to take seats. The amount of mindblowing shit here was enough to keep him in a practical trans. This random ass knight who found them on the street was rich enough to afford a luxury even some traders cannot. 

[color=gold] “Grian, your name was? Allow me to introduce myself to the both of you as well, Cheiko. I am Maria von Hohenzollern, commander of the Iron Bell Knights and an enforcer of Justice in this fair city.[/color]

Oh well, that explained all. The expensive decorations that only nobleman can afford in the personal quarters of a knight. The high walls to keep people out, and to protect and important person in case things go wrong. The few but wella remd and trained guards. All made sense by hearing the name Hohenzollern. They were known as an infamous family inside the "hoesnt worker" community. Their riches unimaginable, and most attempts at their lives failed. It seemed that this family had no weak spot. Well he was about to make sure this wouldn't stay the same. He remembered the name Maria, and made sure he would spill the beans to people who would give him enough money. After all, this is news that the underground community never heard of. But he was too lazy to take care of this lady himself. Or maybe he didn't feel liek it? He was suddenly filled with doubts. It all started with this girl, and now it seems like his morals are already bending. he cannot let that happen.

[color=chocolate]"Japan."[/color] Cheiko spoke up to answer a question Grian didn't hear. What did she say. Japan? What is that, some kind of a name or palce? damn why didn't he lsiten. Bad wolf. It seemed liket he others were jsut as baffled as him, so he tried acting naturally, and gave his full attention to the girl sitting next to him. [color=chocolate]"It's...far away...I think. All humans. I've never seen a fluffy mutt like him before outside of...fiction."[/color]

He didn't care much for the girl on teh way here as he was lsot in thoughts, but jsut now he realized how close they were sitting. The girl's body language expressed the unwillingness to sit next to him. Good. After all this brat called him a mutt. Such an offense cannot go unnoticed. But according to her she came from a palce with only humans. And... wait, that jsut makes her so much more precious. She obviously has no idea where she is or anything, and he could possibly take advantage of that. Such a good oppurtunity, it would be truly slothful to waste it. So he spoke up, incline to befriend the girl. 

[color=00aeef]"Excuse me Cheiko, but please don't call me a mutt. You said you came from a place with no people like me, so I can let thid occasion pass. But let it be known that calling my race mutt is teh highest form of racial discrimination. Would you please refrain from calling me that, I would be truly thankful."[/color]

With that said he turned his attention back to the knight. It didn't seem like she was finsihed, and Grian couldn't allow to be impolite in front of her. Not for the sake of his incognito. 

[color=gold] “And as for you, Grian, could I ask your purpose for being within this city? You seem to also be a foreigner, therefore I must inquire your reason for being here? Are you here merely as a traveler as your appearance would suggest, are you immigrating, or perhaps do you have business within this city?” [/color]

Such blasphemy. How rude. How impolite. How inapropriate. How arrogant. How truly annoying. How can she ask such a question. How could he possibly look like a foreigner. But eh, he would have to paly with it for now. maybe this is a chance to get friendlier with that Cheiko girl. She could be his way to riches, so he needs to take every chance he can get.

"I am, err..." He was clkearly unprepared thought. He was thinknig very ahrd to come up with something beleivable. He could say he lives here, but then she would surely ask what he works as. Then again if he says he came looknig for work, this person of pure arrogancy and blindness would surely lead him to the nearest palce where he could get a job. And that wouldn't be good for him. Unless... unless he could somehow become something like a knight here. After all he is at least as trained with the sword as the guards out there, maybe even better. And by the looks of Cheiko, she was hellbent on staying here, and was probably already making a list of which books to read ont he walls. If she could understand them at all that is. He was about to finish his sentence when a young man rushed in, adressing Maria with some sort of important business. Grin wasn't sure whthere he dodged teh bullet there, or took one as an oppurtunity flew by.