(MB for leaving you in the dust, happy late ThanksGiving BTW)

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Rowan swiftly entered another corridor, a frown on the man's features as he walked along the halls. His hands were in his pocket as he ignored that trickle of warm, crimson liquid dripping down his arm. If he hadn't been lucky and his attacker had been smart that blade would have had poison on its tip, causing death to come for his ass. As if he'd ever let that happen. His other, uninjured hand reached up to rub his face, causing a soft smear of blood on his cheek. He causiously picked his way through corridor after corridor, gaze scanning for any of his men which seemed to almost disappear into dust. He quickly found no sign of them, which made the scowl on his face grows bigger. The dim lighting appeased his senses though. His sight was immaculate as he confidently moved, and headed for his room.

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Rowan entered the room with a huff, it was a simple room, large yet almost hollow with a Queen sized bed in the corner, dark curtains blocking the sunlight from entering the space, there was a vanity in the other corner, used as a desk which had a plump, cushioned chair along with it. A dresser was set near the door, beside a door that lead to a luxury bathroom.

Jade sighed as Hermendes walked out of the room with a shotgun. What have I gotten myself into?

Rowan entered the bathroom, he turned on the luxury sink within the bathroom to wash some of the blood off of his skin, and turned off the sink before going to a closet within the bath and bandaging his arm, wincing as the contact made the wound throb more, he'd guess it would need to be stitched, maybe.

He sighed once he finished, leaving the bathroom and deciding to stay in his bedroom for the time being. He grabbed a notebook, pencil, and pen and started sketching.

Jade speeded through the night,hair flowing behind her.They arrived at the pub as they slammed their doors shut. "Let's go boys."