Manaan<br/><br/>Sveta was a fiery one for sure, though her hair should have given that away. She may have been smaller in appearance, but she lacked any sort of fear having a pitbull like attitude. Not that he could say his was much better, but from his perspectice he had nearly been killed by these super soldiers, and he wasn't about to take advice from someone whose head lived in books. Trent did think about what she had said though, this idea that they had to have a weakness. The whole point of making super soldiers was so that they didn't have weaknesses. Unfortunately he had no idea what chemicals they had used, he didn't have enough time to read that much in the process of being chased out of the facility.<br/><br/><br/>Some of the last words she spoke to him sounded like an ominous threat, as if he was the one in trouble. Some part of what she said almost made him think she might have seen him as an enemy. When Sho walked in Trent was reminded of a super soldier, he was built like one. He looked mean enough to boot as well, but he didn't impose any fear into the traveller in the slightest. He had fought big men before, dropped them to their knees in seconds, even without his sword. Though Sho was supposed to be his guide and not his enemy, he got the distinct impression that Sho was there to watch him closely more than play tour guide.<br/><br/><br/>The air in the room had just become more tense as Sho stood at the door and guarded it. He wasn't sure what Sveta had told the young man, but he had decided his time was up. "Okay muscles time to move, I need to get out if here." Sho glared at him intently, not budging one bit. "Name is Sho, not muscles." Trent grinned just a small amount, he found the man's voice and demeanor humorous at best. "Fine, Sho, move the fuck out of my way and guide me to my boat so that I can leave this place." His hostile attitude was not taken kindly by the monk in black. With his arms folded, tiny eyes glared at the wandering traveler. "No." Came a simple answer from the bald monk.<br/><br/><br/>Trent was beginning to lose his patience. He didn't want a fight because that meant that he would be seen as hostile and he had far too many enemies already. Yet being stuck in this war room with muscles the monk was not getting Trent anywhere fast. He paced around for a while, anger glowing through him, as he tried hard to calm down. Then through gritted teeth he spoke once more. "Look, I want to leave, I need my things, and I don't much care to stay here. So either guide me or get out of my way." There was still no please, no kindness, only rudeness, but with an intriguing hitch. He had said he wanted to leave, he hoped that would appeal to Sho in order to get what he wanted.<br/><br/><br/>By the miracle of all things Sho moved and opened the door. "Fine, to your boat then you leave." Trent nodded to the monk. "Yes, that is all I ask for, I know Sveta wanted to see me before I left, but I feel it is best if I quietly make my exit." Sho nodded and quietly led Trent through the halls and back outside. Once there, the crisp, clean air felt nice after being in the musty dark room. Sho took Trent on a windy maze of paths as they passed by more Monks, and other villagers. Finally they had reached the docks, and Trent spotted his boat. He made his way onboard and found his satchel and<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fbrethrencoast.com%2Fweapon%2Ffrench-cutlass.jpg&amp;hash=804b7490a7e0cb12f36f2873e876a41b" href="http://brethrencoast.com/weapon/french-cutlass.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> sword</a>. They were the two most important things. The satchel contained a change of clothes, a map, and a small supply of dried goods to tie him over between towns. Trent attached the belt with the sheathe for his sword as it sat on his left hip. He walked back to Sho who was at the end of the dock, after getting off his boat. "Okay, I am ready." Once more Sho crossed his arms, "no. Sveta say you check in before you leave." Trent glared at him angrily, and nearly took his sword out to threaten the larger man, but finally relented. "Fine then brutus the monk, lead on."