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*Edited by Brokenflash
**PS Thank you Tam.

Eamane sighed as she entered the inn. She came to the city in hopes she might find something worthwhile, but apparently it was just people chattering about the recent rebellion and how the Empire was crumbling. She went over and sat at an empty table and ordered a drink. Her bag was full of treasures, so it was by her feet.
"I travel all this way for nothing..." she muttered, propping her elbows up on the table.

Asereth sighed.
Ever since the rebellion was over, she had had nothing to do. The Empire was in ruins, so her 'revenge' for killing her foster parents was as good as done. She had barely had time to get to know Tamea, but already she missed having someone to talk to.
"I should get some random pet..." she muttered to herself. She was sitting at a table by herself in an inn. There were four empty glasses on her table. Another was in her hand, half empty. Her key was strung tightly to her belt. She felt bad that she had had almost little to do with the rebellion after being knocked out, but she didn't know how to make up for it. She took another swig of her drink and sighed again. She looked around.

Asereth sighed and left a tip on the table and headed for the exit of the inn, and came out into the sunlight, sheilding her eyes from the sun with her hand. When she grew accustomed to the glare, she sighed and decided she might as well leave Di. No point in staying here anyways.

Asereth took a glance back at the city as she stood by the gates. Accompanied by a cloak and her key, she sighed and set out on the road.

*Resheth walks down the city streets, admiring the quiet part of the city for its lush blossoming trees, visible and awesome even in the darkness of the oil-lit city streets.*

"Is anyone else around here? I thought that the others had gotten the message! I should never have trusted that impish little draconish courier!"

Troy headed up the sets of stairs, reaching the third floor.

"H- h- here you go, s- sir." The man said, shifty eyes looking for predators.

"I'll pay you if nobody breaks in. If not, I'll kill anyone in the building I feel needs it. But I assume you aren't working with the empire, so you'll probably be fine. Just keep the junkies out." Troy said, falling backwards onto his 'new' bed.

"I- if it- it'll keep you- you ha- ha- h- hap- happy." The man tripped over the word happy several times as he walked out of the room after tossing Troy his key.

The building was about 10 floors, so Troy was relatively low to the ground. He opened up the window and climbed out the fire escape, then stashed the key inside a pocket within his jacket. He climbed up, and then felt something whizz by his face. A bullet.

"Jesus Q and a half Christ!" Troy yelled as he began rapidly climbing higher and higher with the fire escape. He kept feeling the occasional breeze of more led whistling by. Not a pleasure trip. Troy heard more yelling, almost like a war, coming from the rooftops. He saw people on most rooftops beating each other into pulps and throwing one another off. Troy placed his hand on his head, holding his turban. He made it to the roof, and tried to go unnoticed. It was a gang war.

Troy marveled at the different colored vests fighting before him. People jumped from rooftop to rooftop, and Troy counted five different kinds of vests. Didn't matter much, because they'd all lose in the end. He looked around, making sure nobody was rushing at him. Dumb luck. Right when he turned he witnessed a rather un-sober man rush at him with a knife, who dove at him. Thinking fast, Troy ducked and the man not only wound up stabbing himself, but fell off, and to the stranger's misfortune, missed the fire escape.

Troy brushed himself off, and then spectated the fight more. It was like a mosh pit, but far more dangerous. He jumped to a different rooftop which was a bit less crowded, and figured he'd have some fun himself.