The sounds of strained footsteps woke Twill out of a half intoxicated slumber. Quickly, he looked out his window, seeing that the night had still had hold over the sky. He rose out of bed, his bones cracking back into place, and grabbed on to his shoes beside the bed. He swallowed deeply, tasting the remnants of ale and roast lamb caked onto the side of his throat.

"I've had enough," he muttered, "time for someone to do somethin."

Twill tied his shoes and rolled up his shirt sleeves before he rose from the cot and headed towards the door. He paused--hearing the odd stampede of steps directly outside of his door. He placed an old hand on the handle and took a breath before throwing it open in a fit of rage.

"Whoa!" Erin said, her balance beginning to wane from the door that hit her on the side of her right leg.

Tara spun around to see an average man with wild gray hair staring them down, fists at the ready.

"I'm done with ya'll thinking ya run the show! Ya took my brother and a poor kid who didn't even know nothing about ya!" Twill yelled.

Erin paused to whisper, "Damien.."

Twill heard the small voice and turned to look at her, bewildered. Tara took that moment to grab her sword as fast as she could and hit Twill on the back of the head. He dropped like a sack of flour, fists still clenched.

"This just isn't our night," Gwen commented.

"I suppose not," Tara placed her sword back into her hilt and looked down the the ground where Tomas and Twill laid, out cold.

"Seems we have a predicament," Tara sighed. Erin and Gwen scratched at their heads simultaneously.

The inn remained quiet, not a whisper or movement was present, regardless of the ruckus that the three of them were making just moments ago. Tara looked down at the men, trying to reevaluate the situation. Tomas laid face up, his mouth hanging open and accentuating his double chin. The other older gentleman face planted when he fell. His hands laid on either side of his body near his face, the clenched fists subsiding with every second he remained knocked out.

"We're going to have to wait until one gets up," Tara stated.

"Do we have time?" Gwen asked, looking clearly worried. She pushed dark hair behind her ear that had escaped from behind her black cloak.

"We'll probably just make it," she replied,"let's drag them in here for now so we aren't caught in the hall by any others."

Erin stepped over Twill , careful to avoid actually stepping on him or his mass of hair that spiked in all different directions. She grabbed onto his shoes, feeling the cracked soles in her hands, and pulled with all her strength. She stopped a moment to take a couple deep breathes.

     "You have it?" Tara asked Erin.

      "Yea just one second," she wrapped her hands around the man's thin ankles and pulled until her body had no strength left to pull. She dropped his feet and walked back out into the hall.

     "Erin, grab his feet."

Erin looked down at the large man drooling, soaked in his own shame and sighed to herself. She walked over to his feet and grabbed on tightly. Gwen lifted from his mid section and Tara grabbed him by the shoulders. They all took strained breaths as they attempted to lay him in the room.

"Oops," Tara said. Tomas's head hit hard against the corner of the door.

"I guess we know which one isn't waking up first," Erin chuckled. Gwen attempted to hold back laughter.

"Just shut it and get him in here," Tara said, clenching her teeth tightly.

     The three of them struggled to move the rotund Tomas through the door onto the bed, but succeeded after only a couple minutes of sweating heavily and developing numbness in their arms.

     "So now what?" Gwen asked.

     "We wait," Tara replied, grabbing the chair that sat in the corner of the room. She sat down, crossed her legs, and stretched out her tired arms.

     Erin sighed,"Always with the waiting..."

~*~

"Ugh," Twill mumbled.

His vision remained unclear as he lifted his head to investigate his surroundings. He strained his eyes to try and pick out anything around him, but all that was visible was the darkness blurred behind his eyes.

"Looks like we got one," Twill listened to a harsh female voice speak behind him? In front maybe? It was hard to tell at this point, but he knew he wasn't alone.

"Let him get himself fully functional then we'll be on our way," a different female responded, much more matter of factly but also with a stern undertone.

Furies.

He had stormed out and confronted them, but that was all he could remember. His vision had started to come back slowly and the chair from his room came into view. He looked at the shadowy figure sitting upon it, her boots long and slender against small feet that swayed with impatience.

"I don't think he's quite ready yet."

This voice was different. It held no anger, no hatred, and nothing negative of the sort. The source of the voice walked slowly around him. He closed his eyes briefly, feeling the vibrations of her steps shake his body gently against the wooden floor. She paused in front of him and he reopened his eyes, still cloudy, but able to make out the woman bending down near him.

"Take your time. We'll leave when you're ready," she said softly in his ear.

Twill watched the woman who had knelt by him and calmed his breaths. Through the darkness he only saw the shadows and silhouettes of these furies that had ruined people's lives including his own, but this woman was different. The golden hair she bore fell out from behind a hood and illuminated the room. His vision began to dwindle once more, but he held on to the long strands of sunlight swaying in front of him and closed his eyes with a small smile on his face.