Medea had spent an active day, she scoured the town, learning it, committing everything to memory, just in case. She slinked through the steets like a shadow, dressed in dark leather, her soft soled boots making no sound with her swift steps. She'd walked every street, every alleyway, taking every possible route, in her profession, escape routes were a must, she couldn't afford to box herself in.

Returning to the Inn early in the evening, she found to her delight both Devlin ....and Brian. Devlin was fast becoming a friend, one both trusted and valued, that didn't happen often, especially in the life of a thief. Brian ...well that was a whole other matter, Brian fascinated her in a way that just wasn't even healthy, at least not in her experience. Fascination usually led to trouble, changes a girl like Medea couldn't afford, and perhaps something worse. She'd joined Devlin at his table, and spent some time chatting, enjoying the evening and the company with a drink. Brian had joined them, making poor Medea's heart race just to have him so close, but she played it cool, or hoped she had. Talking ...just talking, it was so ....normal, so nice, and so odd for an experienced thief to sit and just ...talk, ok, she'd flirted too ...but how is it possible not to flirt with an attractive man ..."

Brian had left them, saying he was sure they'd meet again, oh goddess make it so, she was so looking forward to seeing him again, and that in itself was frightening. Brian was committed, he'd said as much, besides, he was not for her, she was here on a mission, not to make a romantic liason.

Mission ...oh yeah ...the mission ...making her way up to her room later in the evening, she was exhausted, just plain worn out in nearly every way, eager for the chance to simply slip into a soft bed and forget the day. She'd nearly forgotten to remove the beacon, but at the last moment, she remembered, and dug it free from her clothing, and slapped it on the bedside table. Closing her eyes, she winced, her room was full of a bright red glow that made her eyes ache even behind closed lids. Rolling towards the beacon, she squints and looks at it, trying to figure out what it was telling her. Reaching out, the light dimmed the closer her fingers got to it, frowning, she closed her hands over it and the light receded to the very faintest glow, well great. Before leaving the Dagger, she'd been admonished to never keep the beacon against her skin longer than it took to check in, but here the damn thing was commanding her to hold it. Too tired to worry about it over much, she slipped the crystal into the tiny pouch she wore slung around her neck, and fell instantly asleep.

Sleep ....calm restful sleep ....eluded her, instead ...she found dreams ...at first she thought she was being roused from sleep by a knock on her door. Slipping from the comfortable bed, she made her way to the door, and opened it a hair, a smile coming to her lips seeing Brian leaning against the door frame. In her dream, he'd given her a lazy grin and pushed the door open, grinning at her in her loose linen sleep shirt, and eyeing the expanse of exposed shapely legs. A blush crept over her cheeks, and she asked softly. "What ....can I help you with something?" This dream Brian had merely winked at her and entered her room, closing the door behind him. He'd made himself comfortable in a sprawl over her bed, and lay there watching her, not speaking, just watching. Before she could react, there came another knock on her door, this time as she opened the door, it was Devlin, and he simply walked in as she opened the door, eyed Brian, and said with a grin. "Ahhh entertaining are you? Best be careful, his woman is downstairs." That said, Devlin had left as quickly as he'd come.

Brian had then risen from her bed, come towards her, standing mere inches in front of her, hovering over her so that she could feel his breath on her upturned face, smell the warm scent of him, and he'd brushed a kiss over her soft lips, and said. "Thats my cue, time to go ....I'll see you later." Groaning, Medea opened her eyes to look at Brian ...only to find the room empty, and herself laying in bed, the sun beginning to creep over the horizon.

Pulling the pillow over her head, she lay there very still, tears sliding slowing over her cheeks. What the hell was wrong with her" She didn't seem to notice that the pouch at her throat was warm, had she looked in a mirror, she'd have seen the bag glowing red, the beacon was trying to speak, but she just wasn't listening.