Fay
**"Folk around these parts call me the Revenant. Believe I'm a spirit or something to haunt them. An apt name, really."**

The jackal gave a gruff chuckle, reaching for the bandolier around his waist. He pulled a leather flask, uncorking its lead before taking a vigorous chug of what smelled like strong ale. Letting a mildly satisfied exhale as warm liquor seeped in his muzzle, the beast glanced back down at Yakaiyo with a long, predatory gaze most canifor were known for, bereft of clear intent.

**"I was referring to you, by the way. If you are going to go around assassinating these gaudy bastards, make sure you don't get caught. Getting killed might be preferable from imprisonment in the hands of Silnari, from *Personal experience.*"**

His tone went from amused and patronizing to bitter, mismatched eyes narrowing. Sealing the flask back on his belt, he extended one hand towards Yakaiyo to seemingly help her back on her feet. A hand covered in a sharp gauntlet of stygian steel, stained in still-fresh, warm blood, but a helping hand all the same.

**"As much as I would *Love* To hear the details of how you got yourself in the situation, a blood soaked square is too crass a place to do so. And contrary to popular belief, I'd rather much rather *Not* Fight an entire garrison at once."**
Carolyn
"Fitting. I'm assuming you're not?"

*Yakaiyo smells the ale, once again being drawn to the strong liquor. Though she's a bit set back by the intimidating scowl of the Revenant, swallowing nervously.*

"Oh. Well, I'm not exactly a professional. I always thought I would die to this one day."

*The treton accepts the canifor's gauntleted hand, getting back up to her feet. Elf blood... Yakaiyo takes her hand and licks some of the blood off. She seems a bit shaky though, from her time bound.*

"Ah, Silnari Blood. Excellent. Is there any food or water? I haven't had water in a while."

*Yakaiyo blinks, then looks at the blood stained square.*

"Wait, where's my weapons? My bow, my blades?"
Fay
**"Spirits don't cleave people in two; men do. Though Silnari would make up any story to excuse their incompetence."** The jackal scoffed, tone oozing with contempt. His tail flicked over his shoulder, seeming to retract about halfway as his intense gaze kept on assessing the woman.

**"You knew the risks... Yet you did it all the same.** *And judging by all this... Tacky show of execution..."* The beast clicked his tongue, shrugging as he glanced over the gallows and platform of still-burning pitch. *"Well, one would presume you had more than a few heads to your name."*

The Revenant seemed unfazed by the woman's tongue... If anything, it would be hypocritical to find it unsettling with his own vampiric nature. Rather, he seemed more concerned about Yakaiyo's next question.

**"Aye, got water and all the essential booze where we're goin'. But I am at a loss on where your weapons might have been."**