Dan squinted as the sunlight began to chase away the darkness. His joints were stiff from sitting up on the roof of the jailhouse all night. He was thankful, however, that there had been no problems. It was almost time for them to be at the North Gate, he thought to himself as he placed his whip back in his shoulder bag. Quickly and somewhat quietly the Adventurer shimmied down a drainpipe and into the alley. He only had to wait a few minutes before three Deputies escorted Sterling out of the jail and started towards the Northern Gates. One Deputy each had a grip on Sterling's arms, but he was not restrained any other way. The third man was carrying Sterling's blade, which was safely concealed inside its sheath, almost reverently.
Dan quickly caught up them, slapping one of the deputies on the shoulders "Morning fellas." The man he slapped jumped noticeably, but simply glared at him. "How was your night, Sterling?" He continued as the gaurds pretty much ignored him.
