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Warren Castille · **06-30-2014, 06:10 PM**

Warren was already awake and pacing before daylight and he suspected this was a trend that wouldn't be going anywhere. His nerves were on edge just on account of being back in the northlands and he was again doing his best to shrug away the tendrils of worry his dreams were sending him. The events of the day prior had shaken him and whenever his thoughts strayed to what he would do if he actually had found someone in the snow how utterly it would have decimated him, he sent them away while drawing his arms around himself.

The comforts of the inn were sparse. The heavy snow had driven a fair few to seek what little warm food and drink they could within its walls and Warren was thankful that many of them were still at rest. From what he could gather it was mostly traders and caravan folk, and he was forced to curb the tangent before it could carry him back to his youth.

Here and now, Warren. Focus on what's here and now.

He kept his hands pressed firmly against a mug of mulled cider and hoped the heat would settle deep inside of him. He would miss it once he was outside, but for now he was content to let his thoughts linger.

Coatleque · **07-01-2014, 09:15 AM**

She had no trouble sleeping in a strange place, odd as that may seem. With the weight of Ul'dah temporarily lifted from her mind, sleep came quickly and deeply. She rose at first light and made ready for the day. She drew a quick bath before dressing, applied the lavender perfume Tasa had given her, then set to the arduous task of deciding whether to tie her hair up or leave it down.

A full bell later she arrived at the commons in armor and ready to depart. Procuring some bread, cheese, and whatever fruit was available from the innkeeper, she found Warren alone in the corner and joined him.

"Ser Castille.", she said with a light smile. "I pray I have not kept you waiting. Were you able to sleep?"

Warren Castille · **07-01-2014, 09:31 AM**

Warren looked up with a small shudder, his thoughts momentarily scattered.

"Good morning, Lady Crofte. I've been up a short while, though you haven't kept me. I'm unsure where to begin, you see." His eyes surveyed her but the light behind them was largely absent. When his presence returned behind them, he cast about as if considering their company. Crofte's dedication to her appearance had caused most of the traveling folk to have passed them by already, so the place was largely emptied of wandering eyes and ears.

"I normally wouldn't have thought much of it had they not been so adamant about driving me out without getting a look at the girl. It wasn't in regards to respect or privacy. They were aggressive. Hostile. It's odd..." He was partially thinking to himself and kept his tone quiet, his eyes flickering here and there.

"Why would they ask me to identify a body, then drive me out when I wasn't able?"

Coatleque · **07-01-2014, 09:39 AM**

She picked over some of the fruit as he spoke but still listened intently. She spoke with a low voice to avoid attention.

"It may be odd here in their own lands. All I have received from Ishgard in Ul'dah has been hostility. It does occur to me though that they are either hiding something, or believe this body to be someone of no small import. Perhaps they to are searching for someone?"

Warren Castille · **07-01-2014, 09:56 AM**

Warren's brow furrowed in thought like always. His hands absently reached for a hunk of bread and he turned it over in his grasp.

"She looked barely like she was grown. Too young." Something crossed his mind and he shook it off. "And I can't exactly go about asking them now. And the door is likely locked so I can't try to examine her." He became aware of his bread and tore off a small piece, putting it in his mouth and chewing slowly.

Coatleque · **07-01-2014, 10:07 AM**

She watched his expression as he ate in an attempt to gain some bearing of his thoughts.

"You said you did not recognize her. Yet you still seem troubled. Perhaps you did not have enough time to examine the body? So the question remains, was she the girl you sought or not? If you need more time then we shall have to gain entry to their make-shift morgue once more. If not then we should divert our efforts elsewhere. Either way you must needs be sure before we proceed."

Warren Castille · **07-01-2014, 10:24 AM**

Warren's gaze hardened as her questioning, shaking his head without pause. "It wasn't her. I fully expected it to be, but it wasn't." He sighed gently and turned his gaze across the table. "I'd like to look her over again, just in case anything stands out. She didn't appear to be wearing armor, just clothing, but she had a spear by her side. As if it belonged to her. But she didn't look like a hunter. I could just be guessing, but... Something doesn't sit right. I need to get back in there somehow."

Coatleque · **07-01-2014, 10:34 AM**

"Well...", she said leaning back in her chair. "Barring another entry port, you shall either have to ask for the key, or force the door. If you intend the latter then you will be needing some sort of distraction, especially in the broad of daylight."

Warren Castille · **07-01-2014, 10:44 AM**

Warren sat silently, finishing off the bit of bread in his hands before speaking up.

"I can't ask you to be involved with me trying to barge into a secured medical facility belonging to another nation." He eyed her with a small sense of severity, the words weighted heavily as his work-voice crept in. "But if you have to need to ask around as to what sights Coerthas could offer someone who is truly, truly interested in the scenery, and history, and my how much history there is to be heard, I bet the guards would prattle on about it for hours, then... I would be remiss to drag you up here and have it be all work."

A small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Coatleque · **07-01-2014, 10:55 AM**

She couldn't help but return his grin.

"Why Ser Castille, you seem to have taken the words from my mouth.", she said as she stood. "Of course the ploy wouldn't do as well with me in full uniform. Allow me to shod my scale, and I shall find you outside when you are ready."

Warren Castille · **07-01-2014, 11:17 AM**

"Of course. Keep warm, I'm going to take a walk." He gave her a small nod as he rose form the table and he felt a touch guilty about having not eaten more. He snatched a faerie apple as he went and stepped into the bright and freezing morning.

Whitebrim was moving. The caravans that stopped for the night had gone but Ishgard's forward front was well-stocked with the armed and armored of the Houses. Warren's gaze drifted by the medical building he had been escorted to the day previous and he considered his entry points. Everything was made of stone and was sealed up tight. He was going to have to smash his way through the door? That didn't seem right.

Warren slipped the apple into a pocket and drew his cloak tighter around him, lost in thought for the time being.

Coatleque · **07-01-2014, 11:48 AM**

Coatleque returned to her room and set to work. First disarming herself of both offense and defense. Under her armor she wore a simple cotton shirt and shorts. Not very flattering, and did nothing to keep the cold out. Luckily she had prepared for this eventuality with one additional change of clothes.

"Thank you, Master Kohu.", she remarked to herself. She was referring to her friend X'Kohu Tia, who was kind enough to craft her a comfortable yet warm set of clothes for just such an occasion. She donned these now with leather boots, then turned her attention to the vanity at the far end of the room. Sitting before the small mirrored desk, she stared at herself before once again taking special care to her appearance.

The Knight sighed. Of all the roles to play, she had never thought she would have to go back to this one again. "It's okay... you're just a distraction. You can do this."

Finally she wrapped her cloak around her back and fastened the clasp. Leaving her hood down for now, she decided to wear her beret at a slight tilt. "If F'Lierre could see me now...", she muttered as she headed for the door. She just needed to find Warren now and wait for his signal.

Warren Castille · **07-01-2014, 11:56 AM**

For his part Warren was doing his best to not look like he was openly waiting around. The courtyard of Whitebrim offered little to look at, however, so he opted to stand before the fire in the yard and warm his hands by it. His hood was pulled up and he had hoped he wasn't looking completely conspicuous but by virtue of not moving along in one way or another he knew he had to stand out.

Relax, relax, they're not going to be looking at you soon, Twelve hoping. C'mon, c'mon...

His gaze moved from grouping to grouping. A small band of lancers moving on patrol. A pair of dragoons moving towards the inn. An elezen in a foppish hat and robe flanked by two guards. An elezen woman moving hurriedly towards the medical building. A handful of commoners moving to get breakfast and

Wait

Warren's eyes zipped back towards the medical facility, keeping his head still to avoid telegraphing his movement. The woman went to the door and withdrew a keyring, unlocking it and passing through the portal as the door lazily slid shut behind her.

Coatleque · **07-01-2014, 12:13 PM**

The woman left the inn and crossed the courtyard towards the medical building. She noted Warren warming himself by the fire but took care not to look his way. As she reached the top of the stairs she turned and placed her hands on her hips. Looking out over the fort she did her best impression of a tourist admiring the tower and battlements.

She glanced to Warren occasionally just waiting for him to make a move. In the mean time she started quietly counting the stones in the wall to herself just to generate some noise around the guards.

Warren Castille · **07-01-2014, 12:36 PM**

Warren didn't notice Crofte moving into position, the entirety of his focus on the door to the medical section. Blood rushed through his ears as his feet started him moving as quickly as he dared, it taking dedicated thought to not break into a run.

Getting caught closes this door forever, keep calm don't run this is easy

He was in front of the doorway in seemingly an instant and he was thankful that his hands didn't have the same hesitation as his brain. His fist closed around the handle and pressed the door open, then Warren vanished into the darkness beyond it. The whole process was over in moments.

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