The prince slept fitfully for a few hours, before awaking to the sound of someone crossing his room.  There was only a tiny bit of light through the window, from the quarter moon, but he could see a gleaming knife in the man's hand.<br/><br/>Chester did not wait to find out what the man intended, but grabbed the blanket and threw it in the man's face.  He slashed at it and cursed.  Chester took the opportunity to dive past him, rolling under the flashing blade.  The wooden floor was rough on his injured shoulder as he rolled, but he was safe.  He threw open the door and ran down the hall, not having a ready weapon with which to defend himself.  The knife he had stolen from his previous attacker was somewhere back in the room, in the dark.<br/><br/>The man came running after him, having through subtlety to the wind.  Chester took the stairs in two great leaps and almost crashed into the wall at the bottom.  His pursuer was almost as quick and was right on his heels, when he arrived in the tap room.  Across the room, he could see a figure sitting by the fire, but everyone else was asleep, laying on benches, or tables, or the floor.  It was a safer place to sleep than the street he supposed, unless you were being hunted by goddess only knew who.<br/><br/>Chester vaulted over the bar, looking for some sort of weapon.  In his haste, he stepped on a few people who let out muttered obscenities.  One man sat up, and was kicked in the face by his attacker.<br/><br/>His hands fell upon a bottle of rum, though it was a poor weapon at best.<br/>------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"All is in readiness?"  A voice hissed in the inky darkness.<br/><br/>"Yes my lord.  The imposter is in his place and the real prince has been taken off to be disposed of."  The other voice, in the darkness was a deep bass.<br/><br/>"This is not what my seer tells me.  He says that the prince still lives.  What trickery is this?"<br/><br/>"None my lord!  My men took him off and made sure he no longer exists, even as a corpse to be found!"<br/><br/>"You had best be right, because I do not reward failure with anything less than death.  The dark one demands totally loyalty and reliability.<br/><br/>"All hail the dark one."  The voices intoned together.