PATH TOWARDS PRISON:
"Ahhhh, you make this old man blush." Callintus joked, smiling back to her. "I've lived a long life, and when it is my turn to pass on, I hope to leave it a better one. 'Tis the duty of the Knights of the Nine. But, tell me of yourself! We've been so busy with travel, we haven't had any chance to know each other beyond names. Tell me about this village, your duties as a Shinobi, this 'Naruto' you have such fondness for." He could tell from her tone of voice, and her choice of words, the 'idealistic young shinobi' was someone who she felt proudly of.
ARENA:
"Oh, excuse me, sir!" A voice shouted out before Artis could head inside. "Hello there! Welcome to the arena! I don't think I've ever seen you around here before. I know all the regulars, believe me." It was a wood elf with large pointy ears, a foot or two shorter than Artis was, and had blonde hair reaching down to his shoulders. "If you're here to watch the fights, you're going the wrong way. It's the other door to get to the seats." He pointed to the other wood door behind him, so at least Artis was going the right way to find the gladiators.
WATERFRONT:
It was a guard that Scout would ask her question to, patrolling around the place. He stopped to listen to her, before answering, "Right over there," he pointed to the ship on far left side of the docks. "It's called the Bloated Float inn, the bar there is usually empty around this time of day. Though, fair warning, some unsavory types have come to port here." He then looked over to the ship on the right side port, near where Layyel had sat down to enjoy the calming scenery. Some crates were being offloaded by humans and a dark elf, carrying steel cutlasses holstered on their hips. Pirates. "And they're not very friendly to strangers. So, word to the wise, stay clear of their way."
One of them would spot Layyel along the shoreline, after he placed one of the bigger crates to the side of the port. "Oi!" He shouted to one of his mates. "The heck is that?"
"Looks like a domesticated troll." The dark elf shouted back.
"Why's it wearin' a helmet then? And a cloak?"
"Maybe it needs special care." She joked. "Just leave it be, maybe its owner went to take a piss somewhere."
Of course, he didn't. Instead, he picked up a pebble off the ground, played with it in his hands for a few seconds, measured how far he was from it, which was around 15 feet maybe, and gave a good throw at Layyel's head. It hit his helmet along the backside, making a nice
pong noise. "Hehe!" He chuckled, feeling impressed with his rock throwing skills.... the prick.
MARKET PLACE:
As Alistia walked about this section of the Imperial City, what usually would be bristling with life was somewhat quiet. A few people here and there, but most people were being told by the city guards that they were setting up curfew with the sudden news of the Emperor's death. One conversation could be overheard nearby, between a Dark Elf and another city watch guard. "Are you sure it him?" She asked.
"Yes, ma'am, but I don't know if you'll be able to catch him in time. He was on his way to the prison last I saw him, and the curfew won't allow you in there." The guard told her. The elf looked to Alistia, as her appearance was eye-catching thanks to her white attire. The guard turned around, and commented, "she was with him, however. Maybe she could help you?"
"I'll give it a try. Thank you, ser." She told him, as the guard nodded and walked off to attend his other duties. "Excuse me!" She called out to Alistia. "Excuse me. I'm sorry to trouble you, but are you one of the Knights of the Nine?" Callintus group from this world he lead.
TALOS PLAZA:
"Well...." The peasant said hesitantly, looking around as the guards gathered up people still outside as they set up curfew. "It's not my place to say. I only hear rumors." She still didn't quite trust Hei, but no Imperial Guard would wear something like his. Maybe a spy? "I do know folks down by the waterfront owe him lot's. Him and the Thieves Guild. But that's as much as I can say, really."
OUTSIDE THE SEWERS:
The five would journey down the sewer tunnels lead to the bright lights just beyond a simple gate. It was unlocked, and to say the sun felt good against Shakira's scales was an understatement. Being cold-blooded in a damp and dreary cell under rock and stone wasn't exactly ideal. Now, he was free once again. Jin, meanwhile, couldn't help but feel a sense of amazement at the new world before him; slowly removing the mask that covered his face.
"Amazing." Where did he end up? Talon then spoke up with a question. "I serve no council. And if I did, I doubt it would be one you could recognize." He told her, turning to face the lizard. "I am Jin Sakai, of Clan Sakai. Nephew of Lord Shimura. But, it's unlikely that name will mean anything to any of you, if I am correct in assuming I'm no longer in Japan."
"What gave that away?" Shakira asked sarcastically, walking across the dock to where one of the boats were tied up. He pulled out his knife and began trying to cut the rope that tied the two together.
"What are you doing?" Jin asked.
"Getting as far from here as I can." Shakira simply told the group. "No offense, but I don't feel like babysitting a bunch of strangers who randomly appeared in a sewer. We're better off on our own."
"You mean you're better off without us." Jin pointed out.
"Guilty." Shakira admittedly. "You already have her," he pointed to Talon, the only other person from this world, "she can probably help you out a lot more than me."