Re: A Compromising Situation [closed]

[Manehatten Guard]

The door was closed behind Kroll by a large armoured griffon. The table had been pushed up against the wall and a dozen heavilly armed soldiers stood at the edges of the space with crossbows held easilly in their talons.

One of the soldiers wordlessly took the case from Kroll and moved over to the table. He fiddled with the latch for a moment before popping the lid open. After a short inspection of the contents of the case he nodded and turned to the vagrant.

"Excellent work. You will be given your new position in the morning"

He motioned to the other soldiers who moved swiftly from the room. 

"Shall I escort you to your quaters for the evening?"

[Kroll]

Kroll had managed to catch his breath, but his head was still throbbing from the blow that Feliks gave him. "Can I just...sleep here? I don't feel too good..." The vagrant's vision swam as his eyes began to flutter. Unless the sensitive information the Captain had was inscribed on a brick, that briefcase must've been chock-full of papers. The tercel began to weakly giggle to himself as he realized that this meant he was getting his job back, a fact that made his current injury seem like nothing. Well, in a metaphorical sense, anyway.

[Manehatten Guard]

The soldier looked at Kroll strangely for a moment before noticing the blood streaming down the tercels head. He wordlessly moved over and picked up the vagrant onto his shoulders before moving out of the room.

"maybe you should spend the night in the infirmary"

[Kroll]

"I'm on a banana sled, Mikael!" Kroll slurred with a loopy grin as the soldier carried him away.  " Come aboaaard!"

[Manehatten Guard]

Kroll spent the evening in varying states of consciousness and under the careful watch of the facilities unicorn doctors. Magic did wonders for head wounds.

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