Pocketing a few of the coins, Ura tossed the rest at the others.  "Well.. maybe we're going to need him, I dunno," Ura says to Uthal, toeing the guy he just brought back from the edge of death.  "Make sure you gag him first if you bring him, though... wouldn't want our prince charming there waking up and screaming bloody murder." 

She then followed the old man to the stairwell.  "You sure you're up to this?" she asks him, only now just really noticing the condition of his eyes.  "You seem like... I dunno... a respectable member of the community or something.  You're gonna be stepping in some pretty deep shit if anybody sees you hanging around us, won't you.  I don't like doing that to doddering, nice old blind men who happen to carry very pointy blades hidden in their staves."

Anearis picks up his pack that he left in the shop the day prior in a hurry and follows Sol down the stairs. The three bandits upstairs weren't a threat anymore, but more could come at any time.

While Ura speaks to Solomon, and follows his quick steps down the hall, they make it to the bottom of the steps. Solomon listened as they walked, and responded, though without ever looking back to her. “Doddering, you say?...” 

Solomon seemed to be about to continue, but abruptly stopped his speech and swung his cane, hard. The head of the cane cane into contact with a man’s head, just as he appeared in front of you, at the bottom of the steps. The man collapsed to the floor. “It’s me, you old fool!”

“Exactly why I aimed for the head.” Sitting on the floor now at the bottom of the stairs was Richter. Solomon walked past him, into the shop’s store room. “Our timetable has moved up. They just ran into some assassin’s; we need to get them from the city, today.”

As the others move off Uthal walks back over to the would-be assassin. "I don't think we need to bring you. The thief is right, you'll just try to cause problems." He then reaches down and snaps the man's neck with a great twist before standing up and following the group. 

Richter rose to his feet, his palm pressed against his forehead where Solomon had just beat him with the head of his cane. As he pulled his hand away, you couldn’t see the spot, due to the mess of hair draped over the front of Richter’s face, but a smeared trickle of blood was apparent on his hand. “And now I’m bleeding, you bastard.”

”Serves you right for startling a doddering old blind man.” As he spoke Solomon had walked over to one of the desks on the far wall and began shuffling through papers; never looking down at any of them but running his fingers across each, until he found the one he was ‘looking’ for.  “We need to get them out of Cathaan.”

“I’m aware. That’s where you’re suppose to be of use.” Richter joined to man near the tables and took the paper from his hand. He read it over and scoffed. “So what, your plan is to just have them walk themselves through a border crossing?”

Snatching the page back from Richter, Solomon walked towards the party. “That’s EXACTLY, what I intend to have them do. My supply wagon is already scheduled to leave the capital and go west. My valet will be traveling with a hired escort.” Solomon held the paper out to Anearis. At the bottom was a seal with a large ‘B’, and where the eyes first went to, as it nearly took up the entire bottom half of the page. Near the top though, just below a series of wax bumps, was the words ‘Cathaan Border Bridge Pass’.

Uthal walks up as the conversation finishes. "I understand it may be easy to pass the others off as someone else, there are enough elves and humans, but it may be harder to hide me. I am rather large and there aren't many of my kind in the city." 

Ura tries to keep herself from salivating with varying degrees of success as she reads the title of the paper being waved before them.  The urge to snatch it and run is strong, but... judging from the bloody spot on Richter's forehead, probably not a wise impulse to give in to.  Her hands twitch once, twice, before she stuffs one into her pocket and gives Dilthen a few pats on the head to calm herself down.

"We hid you well enough from those imbecile guards," Ura says to Uthal.  "It's about showing the people what they want to see, rather than what they're actually looking for."  She gestures at the finery.  "Most of us already have the fancy dress down pat.  What else will it take to sell the guards on this idea that we're part of the hired escort?"

“You give yourself too much credit, softie.” Richter, who now had a very fine trickle of blood going down to the tip of his nose, addressed Uthal. “The Right Hand, isn’t looking for you. They’re looking for Anton and Zelda’s personal guests, Punchy and Scribbles. The only people looking for you, will be trying to murder you, so I can’t believe I’m saying it, but you may want to stay close to anyone that resembles law and order.”

Solomon responds to Ura’s questioning. “Fancy clothes? You’re escorting goods, not going to a ball. Your job is to ensure bandits don’t attempt to kill Anearis and steal the contents of the wagon. The only one who’ll need to truly play a part is Young Anearis convincing the guards that he’s my apprentice, taking the wagon to Korusant.”

"I can play the sellsword easily enough. I wasn't far from it before this all happened."

Uthal taps his armour. "Well, it's nice to know that nobody outside the monastery cares for me. Keeps things simple. I guess I'm already dressed the part of a sell sword. Just tell them I'm hired muscle then." 

"Me?  A guard?"  Ura looks at Anaeris, then back at Solomon in dismay.  "You can't be serious.  What in the-- do I even look like the type of person who could be a guard?  I'm scrawny and I have a pet mouse!"  Then she looks at Anaeris again with a squint.  "Wait a second, young?  Hey, hey, how old are you anyway?  Don't tell me you're under a hundred.  You mean I got my lights punched out by a kid?!"

Anearis chuckles to himself at Ura's question. He couldn't help but be amused by her obsession with keeping her reputation intact.

"Worry not. Though I am still fairly young for an elf, I have reached adulthood. It is probably what Master Solomon was refering to."

Anearis went to grab the papers. Sol had originally promised to use those to help him get out of the city. The old man had kept his word, even if the original intent wasn't the same.

"This sounds like you have been planning all of this for a very long time. What will we be escorting then? I should probably know this if I am to play the part of your apprentice."

Uthal looks down at Ura. "Not every guard is always so heavily armoured. Some can appear as just normal people but be trained to kill you once you let your guard down. You could be one of those."

Solomon faces the group, as he continued speaking to Anearis. “Well they, will be escorting you. You are still within my employ and just the same if anyone asks what you’re transporting, just say ‘goods for the Archmeister’. However the small crates and boxes in the wagon will be empty. After the debacle with Zelda, the trip that you and I were to take, will be put off. The normal border guard isn’t authorized to inspect the wares as long as they have both my and the royal seal on the crates.” With one hand he motions towards the various wooden crates lining one of the walls.

“Richter, you’ll need to get them to the western gate stables. Donovan and I will bring the crates down the main road.” “Yay, more escort quests. My favorite,” Richter mutters with an obvious hint of sarcasm. “Alright, if you’re all ready, let’s go.” Richter gave his forehead one final wipe with his sleeve, before poking his head out the store rooms rear entrance, and stepping outside.

"Fine," Ura says, blowing a noisy rush of air out between her two lips in burbling defeat.  "Gods... I've always hated guards.  Now I have to play at being one?  There's no justice in this world," she mutters as she exits the building.

Being used to Richter's tendency to leave them dangling in the wind when it suits his purposes, Ura takes a quick look around the streets, before pulling her hood up over her head and following after the Yuan-Ti.

Perception: 21

Uthal shakes his head and follows the groaning rogue out in to the street, wishing he had some sort of cloak to make him a little more indistinguishable. 

Richter stepped outside, a few paces from the door that the party had first snuck in. Aside from Richter, the alleyway was empty, the faint smell of smoke and burning wood was in the area, but too far away to know for sure, from where; some place in the southeast. On the other side of the wagon way, against the wall facing the storeroom door, Ura sees a barrel, and slumped beside it, two, seemingly unconscious, city guards.

"Hey... did you do that, or did our assassin friends inside?" Ura asks Richter quietly, nodding at the guards.  "I hoping it was you, because they were pretty stupid... but I didn't want to see them end up dead."

Despite her concern, the more pragmatic part of her that insists on survival keeps her feet moving as she crouches by first one body, then the next, and swiftly pats them down for any valuables.  Though coins would be useful, the larger part of her is secretly hoping to find some kind of pass, badge, or even plain old instruction manual on how to act like a guard.  "Well if those guys were any indication, losing the greater part of my brain would be a start," she grumbles, still upset about the new "job" she's taking on.

Investigation: 18

Between them, coin wise, Ura finds 7 silver. On the hand of one of the guards there is a crude silver ring, with an inscription around its outside "...in...Room". And finally tucked into the boot of the other guard, a pamphlet, with the title "How to be a Guard."

Anearis watched as the others made their way to the exit. He did have one worry though.

"There is a small problem. Since the Watch is looking for Ser Ander and I, wouldn’t be safer if we had disguises? Ander might blend in with the other humans, but I will probably stand out and raise suspicion."

He says this pointing at his pointy ears.