Laszlo limps along the wall, eye peeled for the dried up sewer drain he'd seen earlier. The place is one of many thieves' guild hideouts he knew of around the city. He hears distant conversation and the clatter of armor behind him, and sees the guards picking up Anethrial. At least one of them is out of the woods-<br/><br/>They're leading her away from the town? They can't think she's the impostor, the crude Anethrial copy should have dissipated by now. Laszlo sees one of the guards holding her draw a dagger, and suddenly realizes he's watching an execution. The dagger sinks into her back, and the girl spasms, flailing wildly to get away. Laszlo notices her eyes gleaming impossibly bright over the distance. He grunts in surprise as the light encompasses her, shielding his eyes. When he looks again, she is on the ground. A guard prods her with an armored toe, before the two depart back towards town.<br/><br/>Laszlo suppresses his rising Rage, one by one the guards from the wheat field are making their way back to town, and Laszlo is hardly in any condition to take down a score of armored warriors. None of them stop to do more than glance at Anethrial's body, and Laszlo's fists clench white in anger.<br/><br/>"Sons of bitches," he growls. The humans are leaving her to the wild dogs. The last few guards slip into the gates, which close behind them. Laszlo waits for a few moments, pondering Anethrial's death, and her purpose in helping him. Had she been some part of his destiny? Clouds slide over the moon, and the field falls into darkness. He's made his decision.<br/><br/>Laszlo rises from hiding, slipping into the shadows towards the corpse. The girl had tried her best to help a stranger, even a violent one like himself. For her kindness and naivety, she was dead. He owes her a debt. The least he can do is spare her the indignities of the local scavengers. He examines her body, the dagger is pressed into her back to the hilt. He removes it and tosses it away into the wheat.<br/><br/>"I didn't realize your friends were so vicious, angel. I'm sorry."<br/><br/>Laszlo bends down to lift her, and stops in amazement as he realizes the wound in her back is smaller than before. As he watches it closes more. He leans down, pressing an ear to her back. She's breathing.<br/><br/>"My gods, you are an interesting bird," Laszlo smiles, and has another spasm as the arrow shifts in his belly. He hoists the angel over his shoulder, feeling his numb muscles protest with the effort.<br/><br/>"A favor then, one fugitive to another," he grunts to the unconscious girl. He makes his way back towards the wall, painfully jogging the last bit as the moon reappeared behind the clouds. He feels the moonlight throbbing in his skull, and his mind begin to drift with exhaustion. He walks on, feeling weaker with every step. Finally he picks it out amongst the tall grass near the base of the wall. A crude etching of a hand clutching a dagger marks the stone above the grated entrance to the sewer. He pushes on the grate, and it swivels up. He bends down, grunting painfully as one of Anethrial's legs brushes against the shaft protruding from his back. The grate slides back in place behind him, and Laszlo feels the throb of the moonlight subside.<br/><br/>Further up, the sewer's blocked by a cave in. The thief counts his blessings that no sewage sloshes around his ankles. Laszlo follows the etched symbols through the low winding sewer. The final symbol is on a brick loosely mortared into the wall. He presses it, and the wall clicks, swinging open to a small earthen chamber with a few filthy straw mattresses and a dusty chest. He sets Anethrial down on a mattress and sits down on the chest. It looks like this hideout's been abandoned for a few months. He sets to the work of removing the arrow. He snaps the head off the shaft, and leans forward, gripping the fletching behind him with both hands. He takes a few sharp breaths, and then yanks heard, ripping the arrow away from the skin that's grown around it.<br/><br/>"Fucking gods!" he shouts, setting the arrow down and feeling the wounds in his chest closing again. He leans back against the earthen wall for a moment and catches his breath.