<em>"You killed me, or that's what there going to tell everybody. I was somewhat of a celebrity in Ai. The people will want blood. That's exactly what my father would want. Though I thought that when it came down to it he would be the one to kill me..."</em>She seemed lost in remembrance for a moment.<br/><br/><em>"If he had been the one, at least he would have murdered me properly. Where are we?"</em><br/><br/>Laszlo has a realization and reluctantly stands up. He sways for a moment as the blood rushes from his head.<br/><br/>"A little hiding place under the city. Scoped it out on my way in." He walks over to the chest, and slides it with great effort in front of the door, blocking it from swinging open again. He leans against the chest, panting hard.<br/><br/>"There's a few who know about it," He leans against the chest, panting hard, "But they won't be in tonight, not with the guards swarming the walls." They very well might visit tonight, but thy couldn't get through the blocked door without Laszlo hearing. Laszlo lays back down on the mattress, feeling a cold knowledge settle upon him. They'd be on his trail again for certain after this. He undoes his pack, and sets it beside him in a bundle with his sword and the pouch from his belt.<br/><br/>"Your own dad put a hit on you? Pretty cold blooded, but that's politics for you." Laszlo says, resting his arm over his eyes.<br/><br/>"So? What's your plan? Make a public appearance and stir up the pot? Disappear?"