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Taethion nodded at the suggestion given to him by Adelheid. "You are most certainly right, it would be appropriate that the women and men of the group should sleep in separate rooms." Taethion spoke as he looked towards Anima, thinking over Adelheid's words. She said she would room with him, but, even though Taethion isn't quite sure what the Slime really was, it did resemble a woman and therefor he didn't feel quite comfortable having her room with him. "Um, thank you, but I think it would be better for you in fact to room with Sylphine, Florette, and Randi or with Asha or Selena." Taethion spoke. He then noticed that while a couple of their members opted for outside accommodations, the rest of the rooms had more space to than they would have.

As for the men that would stay, it seemed Gale and Iator would room together, and Adelheid has already claimed a room. "I'll room with Adelheid," Taethion spoke up as he looked towards the last of their group, Adrian. "Hey Adrian, you can room with us if you would like?" He asked the young boy. "Anyway, I would run a bath myself but, I am incredibly exhausted, I think I'll take a nap and then head for the showers...besides I think I would fall asleep in the tub if I did so." He chuckled as he entered the room. He placed his gear nearby the other bed in Adelheid's room. He then removed his armor and boots and under armor. Stripped to his basic clothing he decided to plop right into the middle of his bed. He closed his eyes as he attempted to get some much needed rest.


Meanwhile...


Outside of the city of Belmere, there was a nearby camp that sat at the mouth of a cave. Soon the message created by Duergen found it's way in the hands of a masked man. The man took the slip of paper as he read it's contents. He knew what this was immediately. He quickly ran it to a black haired man at the center of their campfire. "What's this, T'zigo?" He asked as he looked it over. "Well, well, well, looks like our contact came through for us, boys!" He chuckled. "Those guys he wants us to take the hit on must be there, but, also...the boss's old friend, Cletus is there as well." This stirred the rest of the cutthroats as a rising sense of blood lust began to well up within the camp. "Remember! Bring in the thief alive! The Marderosian will pay us handsomely for the reward...in fact, Jarken!" The man yelled as a hooded member of their crew appeared. "Yes, Garreth sir!" "Send word to The Marderosian, tell him that Cletus is in Belmere and we will have him soon enough!." "Right." Jarken responded as he mounted his horse and rode off.

"Alright men, let's move on out! We're gonna be rich!" Garreth laughed maliciously as he mounted his horse along with a sizable group of thugs and criminals. They rode off, heading towards the city of Belmere.