It was hours more before Murdoch could manage to pick himself up off the floor. He dragged himself into a bath, changed his bandages, and then pulled on whatever clothes he could find.
A search of the room turned up his meager belongings, and he had to scrub the blood off his lockpicks and his daggers before he hid them away on his belt and boot where they belonged.
He was exhausted, and wounded, but the last place he wanted to be was in this god-forsaken city. A few quick questions established that Nel was long gone, and the gods alone knew where. If she was smart, she'd head back to Syliras. If she hated him for this, she'd be on a ship bound for trouble.
Doc stood for a moment with his shoulder propped against the doorframe, gathering his thoughts, thinking about his decision as if it wasn't already made. When he straightened up and headed out of the casino - for the last time, unless it was with Johnny's head in a bag - there was no question of whether he would find a caravan for Syliras or head for the docks instead.
If Nel was on the water, he would find her. And no ghosts or mafiosos or war-torn gods would petching stop him. All three, though, would guarantee that it would be a long, long time before he slept through the night.
OOCLiminal, I love you for this thread.
Are you going to grade it, or should I submit it to one of the others?
A search of the room turned up his meager belongings, and he had to scrub the blood off his lockpicks and his daggers before he hid them away on his belt and boot where they belonged.
He was exhausted, and wounded, but the last place he wanted to be was in this god-forsaken city. A few quick questions established that Nel was long gone, and the gods alone knew where. If she was smart, she'd head back to Syliras. If she hated him for this, she'd be on a ship bound for trouble.
Doc stood for a moment with his shoulder propped against the doorframe, gathering his thoughts, thinking about his decision as if it wasn't already made. When he straightened up and headed out of the casino - for the last time, unless it was with Johnny's head in a bag - there was no question of whether he would find a caravan for Syliras or head for the docks instead.
If Nel was on the water, he would find her. And no ghosts or mafiosos or war-torn gods would petching stop him. All three, though, would guarantee that it would be a long, long time before he slept through the night.
OOCLiminal, I love you for this thread.
Are you going to grade it, or should I submit it to one of the others?
