Kell nodded and beckoned the kid to follow him before stepping around the two strangers. Walking slow enough the kid would be able to keep up, he headed for the tavern. It was a short walk, as they had not gone far. In the time since they'd left, much of the chaos had died down. The rowdy crowd were headed for home, leaving only the drunks, vagrants, and visitors, who were all calmly waiting for the night to end and issue forth another day.<br/><br/>Kell smiled at the bartender, who knew the look and stood straighter. "What've yeh got left uv supper, ol' friend?" he asked, his accent easily sliding into place. Only then did he realize he'd neglected the accent when greeting the strangers.<br/><br/>Kicking himself for the oversight, he nevertheless allowed accent to continue. They were, after all, very much in public now. The barkeep disappeared into the small kitchen behind the bar, not needing instruction. He knew kell would be sending him after dinner for the whole company anyway. Kell always did this late at night just to get under his bonnet.<br/><br/>The man who'd walked with Kell before discreetly moved off to wander the tavern, ending up near the mantle at the back of the room. Kell smiled at the kid, "Yeh 'ad a bit'v excitin, dincha? Want ta tell me what ya was doin' in tha' alley?"<br/><br/>=====================================================<br/><br/>The nameless girl woke only a few seconds after blackness took her, leaving her to listen silently to the exchange between two people. She was almost certain one was the woman who had opened her prison. The other was a stranger. She was starting to recover. The effects of the drug she'd been forced to consume seemed to be wearing off. She felt ill, and the many varying pains of her injuries scrambled for her attention, fighting to be awarded the title of 'most prominent pain'. She wished the people talking near by would leave so that she could finally get out of the box. She hurt from laying on the flat wooden bottom for so long. She was sure that once she stood up and stretched she would feel much better. She ignord the fact that her left leg refused to move. Her vision was blurred and doubled. If only they would leave, she could be on her way.