"Go?" laughed Mercutio, which seemed to set their dangerous looking guard on edge. He nodded stiffly and crossed his arms loosely against his chest. "You want us... to go. If we hadn't been passing by, if we hadn't<span style="font-style: italic">saved you</span>, you would be just as dead as your friends over there." He jerked his chin in the direction of a grotesque body pile.<br/><br/>Kellin raised his sword at Mercutio, aiming at his chest. "You think you're entitled to something, is that it?" he asked, though Mercutio somehow got the feeling that it was a rhetorical question. "You have been graciously thanked by the princess and she has wished you well on your travels, which is more than you could hope for in your sorry life. And now she is telling you to remove yourself from this holy ground."<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Sorry life?</span>" Mercutio echoed for the second time in a very short span, but that one threw him off guard. "We're the sorry lives that saved yours. When we first came to this city, we were robbed of our horses. When we were in the belly of the city, I was robbed of my shoes. And now we stand here, in a temple of what I can only assume is of the highest holy importance, being robbed of proper compensation and even the basest gratitude." He paused, looked at the lady that had stepped forward in spite of her guard's warning stares. "I ask you now: is this the kind of place Aershire is?"<br/><br/>"You look like you have shoes, to me," Kellin pointed out, gesturing down at Mercutio's boots with a brisk nod.<br/><br/>Merc looked down at the boots he was wearing, briefly contemplating whether or not he should actually tell them about the merchant on the road. He looked up, shrugged. "I robbed him of his afterward."<br/><br/>The guard took three steps toward him, leveling his sword against Mercutio's neck. It felt uncomfortably cold on his skin, but Kellin made no attempt to open his throat, though it was evident in his eyes that he had the mind to do it, if he needed to. "Watch yourself, vagrant," he warned in a low, monotonous tone. "Now leave."