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Vigil turned to address the two women at the door. "If it will ease your minds, I was arrested breaking curfew in my travels, I am here now because of what I am, though I know not why it is of interest to those who sit in power." Assuming this was satisfactory he turned his attention back to Bolin and nodded his agreement, the guards still had his sword and it was dear to him. He would need to retrieve it before leaving.

He approached the door to the guardroom and placed his hands on it, listening carefully. He focused on the wood, the grain, listening intently, the deeper he focused the closer he got to the other side until he could hear the very sounds hitting the other side of the door through it. There was a soft steady breathing, one guard, but nothing else. He pushed to door open slowly, the room was dark, with a single candle burning. He could see the guard sitting at a desk, head slouched over. Against the wall beyond him was a large locker, Vigil thought it seemed the perfect place for storing prisoners goods. He walked toward the guard, unnervingly quietly, and looked about for a key, which he finally found on a chain clasped to the mans side. Carefully he moved his hand down to pull the set of keys from the man.

A groan, a shuffle. The mans eyes opened.

Vigil's right hand shot up and covered the mans mouth before he could speak. There was a faint soft glow about it that pulsed calmly. "Rest, sleep. Forget me to your dreams." The mans eyes drooped, and finally closed. He would not wake for some time.

"Bolin, come, I believe I have found your belongings." Vigil called softly as he took the key and unlocked the box. There atop various other items was his sword, in almost every way it looked unremarkable, but Cambiregeist forges made anything but unremarkable steel. He picked up the weapon gingerly, running his hands down the sheath for a moment before turning toward the door.