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Xindaris
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After Bria left, more concerned with other things for the moment, Ril supposed there wasn't much he could do alone--besides get himself into trouble. "Aye, well..." he said, "I've never been one to have lengthy arguments with authority..." He trailed off, leaving one of his favorite phrases from his days as a pirate captain intentionally unfinished, and strolled into town, arms to his side, fingers tapping the sheathes of his blades. The other half, still in his head, was: when my tongue gets tired, my swords do the talking. But of course, that would be more trouble than it was worth. He was sure the half-expression, and its lack of an ending, had left the guards a little confused, and that brought him some satisfaction.
Of course small-time guards in a landlocked town wouldn't recognize a sea criminal, but anyone as high up as captain might have seen his likeness or heard of him in a report, or in conversation with someone from a coastal guard. Rilikan was not going to take that sort of risk. Instead, he made his way to his room, got things in order there, and lay down for a few minutes. Once he was bored of that, he left the inn, going back outside and sitting on the edge of the steps, watching the rain intently.
Of course small-time guards in a landlocked town wouldn't recognize a sea criminal, but anyone as high up as captain might have seen his likeness or heard of him in a report, or in conversation with someone from a coastal guard. Rilikan was not going to take that sort of risk. Instead, he made his way to his room, got things in order there, and lay down for a few minutes. Once he was bored of that, he left the inn, going back outside and sitting on the edge of the steps, watching the rain intently.