Such was my eloquence when I found myself being shaken awake in the middle of the night. I blinked stupidly in the darkness, trying to remember where I was and what I was doing there. I groped for my sword, only to have it thrust into my hands by a vague figure I could only presume was Larn.
"Come on!" he hissed. "And keep quiet!"
I blinked some more and lurched to my feet, rubbing my eyes and yawning. Still too groggy to make sense of my surroundings, I plodded across the room after Larn. When we stepped onto the landing, he turned back to me.
"I heard something out here a few moments ago." he whispered. "It sounded like voices."
"Could of been anyone," I said drowsily. "S'not like we're the only ones here."
"No, I don't mean like that. I heard what they were saying. They were talking about us - you namely, what you did in the bar. Nicor, they were talking about murdering us in our sleep!"
That woke me up. "You're not serious."
"I am. They're not here now, I think they've got back downstairs for the moment. We need to wake the others and get out of here as fast as we can. You stay here and watch for them, I'll get the others up. If they come, try not to make too much of a noise. I don't think it's just the men who attacked Jared who are in on the plot. Watch your back, I'll be back in a moment."
With that Larn disappeared back into the room to wake the others. I shook my head and sniffed miserably. As eager as I was to leave this disgusting place, I really wasn't in the mood to run for my life. Particularly when it wasn't even light yet. None the less, I unsheathed my sword and looked down at the battered steel.
"Hello old friend." I said sardonically. "It seems I have need of you again. And here you were thinking you were going to get a break. Tough luck sunshine."
The sound of raised voices reached my ears from the floor below. I froze and listened, straining my ears to catch the words. Hurry up Larn, I thought, let's get out of here before they come for us. I didn't want to be the only one standing against a horde of murderous drunks.
Suddenly the windows were starting to look like a very appealing method of exit.