"CROW!!!" Came a horrendous howl, that was followed by an ear splitting crack of wood  "Where the 'Ell Arya ya bastard?"<br/><br/>To the rogue's horror: Evident in his wide eyes as he rose from his bed like a flash, and stood with dagger in hand --- he wasnt yet going to get the rest he needed ---<br/><br/>"C'mout C'mout Ya thievin rat..." The words slipped under the closed door of Crow's room, as yet another thunderous boom signaled a nearby door had been broken free from its hinges. The rogue had little time to act, and even less time to think. --Who's voice was it that called for him?-- The lithe man: Though tired and thoroughally dreading each action he had to take, was left with little by means of options. Twas either the window, or the doorway. One of which led two floors down to the ground, and the latter was seemingly about to explode from some monstrous man behind it.<br/><br/>The floorboards creaked outside of Crow's room: Heavy footfalls drawing closer to the door, as heavy breathing could be heard from beyond the thin ash frame. ---No choice--- Thought the rogue as he turned on his heels and dove headlong out the window. Glass shattered across his arms as he braced for the inevitable impact with the ground below, and even before he hit the hard packed dirt beneath, the sundering of wood could be heard ringing loud through the tavern.<br/><br/>"YOU ENT GITTIN AWAY THIS TIME" The boisterous and deep words followed the man as he landed against his shoulder and rolled through the impact. His teeth clattered, body ached, and several small shards of glass were lodged in the fabric of his cloak: But Crow had no time to care about the small things. Whatever, Whomever was chasing him, would be hot on his trail if he didnt make haste.<br/><br/>So he ran, headlong, full-tild, dead-sprint away from the tavern. His hood flapped against his back, as he escaped the location with a short lived burst of energy. ---So much for sleep--- The rogue mused. Too late to turn back and see the if he was being pursued, and yet too soon to stop, Crow aimlessly maneuvered through the nearby buildings, and made his way elsewhere. Anywhere was better than the tavern. Surely Crow would end up being blamed for the destruction on top of whatever the man claimed the rogue to be responsible for. Twas just his lot in life to be accused and flee. Better than ending up in prison, or twitching beneath the executioner's axe.