Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151220235326/@comment-5543592-20151229004959

As the group merried about the inn, Crimson watched from his table, booted feetkicked up on the wooden surface. He had a dagger in one hand and was twirling it about his fingers with practicied skill. He flanked by a mercenary on each side their leather armor was also dyed a dark red color, taking after his uniform and cloak, as Girth's had been, and bows sat by their sides.

"You were right, Crimson, they're here."

"Of course I was right.  I sent Forks up ahead first to scout them out, so that I could show up where ever they were."

The merc nodded, but wore a look of puzzlement. "And we really needed to enter through a window?"

Crimson nodded. "Totally necessary.  It was part of the act.  Just wait for them to notice me.  It'll be a kick."

Scire murmured something in Hawke's arms, and probably needed to be brought to a bed so that he could rest.