He stormed out of the Inn, having just left the Arena....leaving her there. Turning from the staircase and heading out into the night, the back door slams closed behind him. "Damn it all!" he mutters to himself. He had gone down there looking for her, in a good mood....but now....cripes.
He stops in mid-stride, half way across the back courtyard. He takes a deep breath "damn." - it almost hisses out of him. He's not mad at her. He's mad at himself. He should know better, it's not her fault Jesse showed up....and what should he expect anyways? He was in the Arena, and he's a Baron. Gee, imagine him showing up there.
He had let himself get carried away....they'd been able to spend a lot of time together these last couple days as they we're working out the details of this latest scheme....this way of getting Bargos. And he had good news too, his poking around incognito was starting to show results. Inquiries were reaching back to him that there may be some interest in the ring. Hopefully the right parties were also getting the word.
Another deep breath as he glances around the court yard. A couple of bounds and a high leap put him on the roof of the stable, a quick scramble and he's on the roof just above his room. Turning and dropping he hooks the edge of the roof with one hand, his tail swishing to and fro, countering his swinging. Reaching out with his free hand he trips the outer latch, allowing the window to swing open. A quick kick against the wall pushes him out and away, then as his body arcs back inward he lets good of the roof and floats in through the open window. Yes, returning through the Inn would have been much easier, but as the events of tonight are showing him, he doesn't seem to take the easy way out.
He stops in mid-stride, half way across the back courtyard. He takes a deep breath "damn." - it almost hisses out of him. He's not mad at her. He's mad at himself. He should know better, it's not her fault Jesse showed up....and what should he expect anyways? He was in the Arena, and he's a Baron. Gee, imagine him showing up there.
He had let himself get carried away....they'd been able to spend a lot of time together these last couple days as they we're working out the details of this latest scheme....this way of getting Bargos. And he had good news too, his poking around incognito was starting to show results. Inquiries were reaching back to him that there may be some interest in the ring. Hopefully the right parties were also getting the word.
Another deep breath as he glances around the court yard. A couple of bounds and a high leap put him on the roof of the stable, a quick scramble and he's on the roof just above his room. Turning and dropping he hooks the edge of the roof with one hand, his tail swishing to and fro, countering his swinging. Reaching out with his free hand he trips the outer latch, allowing the window to swing open. A quick kick against the wall pushes him out and away, then as his body arcs back inward he lets good of the roof and floats in through the open window. Yes, returning through the Inn would have been much easier, but as the events of tonight are showing him, he doesn't seem to take the easy way out.