<em>"As long as no one dies, Propensa."</em><br/><br/>The portal slides open, and Laszlo presses the flat of his sword to Anethrial's neck. He and into the garden, pushing her in front. His head begins to throb in the moonlight<br/><br/>"Right! All of you fuck off right now, or feathers here gets an early reunion with mom!" The guards shift uneasily at the sight of Anethrial, their eyes falling towards the stout man in a polished breastplate, the leader. He frowns and strokes his beard, a routine kill or capture had become a hostage situation.<br/><br/>"She's not hurt boys, keep back. He's a bold one," he says, scrutinizing what he can see of Laszlo. He points to the bloody tear in the side of Laszlo's clothes.<br/><br/>"I can see your wound, thief. We can wait until you bleed out here in the garden, or you can give us the Lady, and we'll get you a healer and a nice warm cell."<br/><br/>"Fuck you!" Laszlo spits, "I leave right now, and you get your girl at the gates. Any of you try anything, and I gut her!"<br/><br/>The leader strokes his beard calmly, and Laszlo peers around. He can hear more footsteps coming, what if they're buying time for an archer?