The Boys Are Back In Town

[Vaughn Adeney]

Everybody loved a good party. And this was clearly no exception. Vaughn had been on his way to Camelot, for oh so many reasons. Mostly this grand coronation. Everyone was here, and when he said everyone...he meant everyone. King Uther who they had kidnapped. His son who...they had not kidnapped. Even the handmaiden who, go figure, was actually the future queen of Camelot. If he and Alistair were still in contact, he would have rubbed it in his face that Vaughn had kidnapped the 'wrong person' at the time, but in fact, she would have been the perfect kidnapping victim. But alas, he and Alistair had not spoken for some time. Ironically, he had seen him here to. Alongside Princess Isadora, another big shocker there. Vaughn had not yet gotten the opportunity to speak to either of them as they were spending majority of the time in the castle.

Though, when they had first entered, Vaughn had already been here. He had made eye contact with the druid, and burst out laughing at seeing Alistair in his attire; the garb of a knight of Gwent. It was positively hysterical. What the hell has that woman done to him. He looked ridiculous. He had seen him in Gwent as a 'knight' but it was so much funnier seeing him in more formal attire. More so, being in a room where he had kidnapped three people. One of which was the woman attached at his hip, the other two being ones that he would have to carefully avoid. This whole Alistair and Isadora plan, was one day going to fall apart. And Vaughn would be there laughing in amusement.

But for now, he was out in the courtyard, 'conversing' with the common folk. And even some nobles who decided to venture outside. Vaughn was not an overly social person, but he did enjoy engaging in his favorite hobby: provoking others. And of course, occasionally reaching into their pockets and taking their coin purses. So far, it had proven to be a rather profitable evening. And he was just getting started. He had not gone inside to watch Arthur get crowned. It was horribly boring. And rather pathetic to see all the excitement on people's faces. He was no better than other kings. Except for his bizarre altering of traditions. But Vaughn hardly engaged in the politics of any kingdom. They mattered very little to him. So for now, he wandered around the courtyard, making conversation to whomever seemed of remote interest, and just seeing what else the evening had in store.

[Tag Alistair]

[Alistair]

There were many words of exploit that would describe how Alistair was feeling, and ironically Vaughn had been the one to teach him all these words. While Alistair did not speak even one of them, he was thinking them. Moving on the edges of the crowd he strode quickly though the shadows trying to find Vaughn. It took him a bit longer then he'd liked but finally he found the bastard in the shadiest parts of Camelot walking down the darkest ally. He moved around the building so he could meet Vaughn on the other side. Coming out of the shadows, he grabbed Vaughn's shirt and pushed him hard against the wall. Making sure that the double swords would be mostly penned and he could not get to them to cut off his head.

While Alistair was a man of rare words, there were a few he knew. "Did you tell anyone?" His deep voice sounded harsh and angry, as he pinned the man to the wall. Alistair knew he could not hold Vaughn there long; as his 'friend' was probably used to men trying to kill him. Vaughn could kill him in a sword fight, but Alistair didn't plan on getting in a sword fight. With his weight he could hold Vaughn down long enough to demand to know something. "About me!" He growled out.

Asher was in town. If he opened his damn mouth, Isadora would be watching his hanging by dawn.

[Vaughn Adeney]

Tonight was going well! He had some money; had some women in line. Tonight was a good.........what the hell! Vaughn had not even had time to register nor react to what was going on. He was suddenly pulled off to the side, slammed against the wall. His movement far too impaired to reach for even one of his swords and the shock of what had just happened momentarily paralyzing him. It took a few moments for him to move past the surprise and notice the brute of a man in front of him. An all too familiar man. Vaughn just stared at him, before that infamous smirk of his appeared on his face. "Well well well, if it isn't the druid." Not Alistair, not Sir Alistair; but, the druid. Because Vaughn knew that that who he was not trying to be tonight.

"I see that your woman gave you permission to run along outside and play for a little while." Vaughn was not the smartest person around, so perhaps it was a bit of a mistake to try and provoke the druid when he had him pinned to the wall. When Vaughn could not reach for his weapon. When Alistair could snap his neck like a chicken. But the words had just come out and in them, as always, there was a strong amusement. But Alistair was already making demands of his own. And Vaughn used this to his advantage. To make sure that Alistair decided not to kill him...not here and now anyway. "You'll never know if you kill me," he said with a cheeky and smug grin.

Truth be told, Vaughn had not told anyone. He planned to exploit Alistair and Isadora at some point, though the opportunity had not presented itself. It had come into play when he was in Gwent. And perhaps, it would save his life now. He awaited for the druid to release his hold on him for Vaughn would feel far more comfortable if he could at least have the liberty to reach for his weapon.

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[Alistair]

Alistair knew that killing Vaughn would not solve the trouble. Vaughn wasn't the most loyal man in the word but Alistair liked to think that he would at least hold the knight card until blackmailing him. Not selling to Asher! As Vaughn said the word Druid, Alistair's arm moved high up on his neck to cut off the air and hopefully most of his words. Vaughn was known for running his biggest flaw; his mouth, and while Alistair wanted answers, he didn't want to hear him talk.

He was right about not killing him however. "Asher is here for the crowning." Was all Alistair said before pushing Vaughn harder against the wall and letting him go, taking a few steps back to give the man room. He knew that Vaughn could understand the rest. What he was asking and what had happened to enrage him so. Asher wasn't the most likable smuggler around; and Alistair had no issues with killing him. Getting to him to kill him with out a crowd of people seeing was another matter.

[Vaughn Adeney]

Vaughn did not miss the particular moment that Alistair had chosen to cut off his circulation and oxygen intake. It was when he had said the word druid. Or mentioned the princess. Either way, it was probably a good thing that he had not actually said what he had been about to. Alistair would have not bothered choking him; he would have just broke his neck. Either way, it was not funny and the brute needed to let go...anytime now... If Vaughn could talk and not try to gasp for air, then he would have demanded as such. But finally, after what felt like forever, the druid released his arm from his neck, causing Vaughn to hoarsely cough as he felt himself able to breath

"Its good to see you too," he said sarcastically, putting his had on his throat, as he let out another throaty cough before responding to the next few words the druid spoke. When Alistair mentioned the name Asher, Vaughn's ears immediately perked up. But probably for different reasons that Alistair intended. again. He gave him one final push against the wall before backing up. Vaughn, finally catching his breath, managed to take a step forward. Not to move towards Alistair, but so that his back was not against the wall. So that he could reach for his weapons if need be. "Really?" He asked, peaked with interest. "Is his wife here too?" Because that was who Vaughn really wanted to see.

But he had a feeling that Alistair mentioned him for different reasons. "Or are you not even permitted to look at another woman?" He asked, once again mocking the controlling nature of his relationship with Isadora. Mostly because, Alistair had changed so much for it. And they were changes that made him more boring. No longer were they partners in crime, able to pull off brilliant plots with the combination of their skills. No. He was too busy pretending to be a knight and sleeping with the enemy...or who had once been the enemy to Alistair. But now that he had regained full mobility, he could really run his mouth. Just in case though, Vaughn took another small step forward and to the side, away from the wall so that it would not be so easy to pin him against it.

[Alistair]

The rest of this conversation was going to go one of two ways. Either Vaughn and him would end up killing on another; or they would end up killing Asher. Alistair knew there was only one factor that would decide on which way it would go. "Did you tell Asher?" He demanded in a low growl, trying to get Vaughn talking about the topic at hand rather then taking joy in some man's wife.

Vaughn called Alistair the weak one. Said he changed. That the princess had whipped him into her control; but Vaughn knew nothing of who Alistair was and is. While he knew that he had given up on some of his goals; Vaughn only saw that. Never looked beyond the obvious to see what Alistair wanted from his life; or even to care if he was enjoying what he could from life. Vaughn only saw his own side.

[Vaughn Adeney]

Oh now this was excellent! Vaughn knew that his mouth often ran miles. That things would come out, some predictable some not. Alistair may known Vaughn better than anyone else, but he still could not know his actions and decisions. It was something Vaughn planned to use to his full advantage: to annoy the hell out of Alistair. The druid had grabbed him and dragged him to this alley for a reason. To get answers. Now if Vaughn did not give those answers then Alistair would either try to kill him, though hold back from committing the full act since he would still want to know what Vaughn had to say. Or the druid would get annoyed and just walk away. Either scenario held amusement to the nomadic knight; the latter less than the first.

Vaughn gave him a smug grin, that taunting 'I'm not telling you' type of look in his eyes. "No, 'How are you doing Vaughn'? Or 'It is great to see you again Vaughn'. Always straight to business with you." Of course Vaughn did not care for pleasantries. He was just dragging out the moment. He walked to the side of Alistair, knowing that his next words may merit another pinning and close call suffocation attempt. His eyes searched him over, inspecting this..new look of his. "A knight of Gwent," he stated, chuckling at the whole notion of it. "For a man who went on and on about taking a stand for his people, you sure do seem ashamed to be a druid now. Concealing the truth about yourself." Vaughn was clearly, just attempting to provoke him. Get another rise out of him. Hopefully, it would work.

"I fail to see how bedding a princess helps your people. How it fights for their rights." Vaughn had never cared to hear about Alistair's morals, but the man had told him of them before. They had not been admired by him, but it did not mean that the words fell on totally deaf ears. "Then again, I guess you have your own needs that must be met. To hell with the druids and all other innocents getting killed while you sleep with the princess of Gwent." He knew that these words could very well get him killed, so subtly put his arm behind his back, ready to read for his sword if need be. His expression still amused by his own words...words that he found to be true.

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[Alistair]

Alistair stood their watching as Vaughn talked. He felt the subtle rage draw up inside of him; and he could only stand there for a few moments before his hands balled into fist and he shook with the power of the anger inside of him. He was no a man of words, but one of actions. If there was anything that being in the woods since he was twelve had taught him; it was how to move quickly and with force.

Alistair did not hesitate. He did not shift his weight for more power; for it would give away his actions. He jumped forward at Vaughn; aiming his stronger right shoulder at Vaughn's ribs hoping to break at least one between the force of the hit and the force of slamming with both their weight on the ground. Alistair's formal knightly garb would help with the blow as well. They went backwards once on the ground; Alistair moved up to aim his large fist at Vaughn's large mouth. No words were needed to help express his ire.

[Vaughn Adeney]

A split second before Alistair charged at him like a bull, Vaughn pulled out his sword. He could easily detect that expression on his face, even if the nomad did not know that he would actually attack him. Unfortunately, the force which he had used to tackle him to the ground caused the sword to slip from his grasp. It was not totally out of reach but the forceful and powerful attack left Vaughn feeling winded, and he could have sworn he heard a cracking. The immediate pain surging through his chest area confirmed it; the druid had broken at least one rib. Vaughn cringed at the intense inward pain but it was numbed by the fact that the druid was not done. "You sought me out!" He told him. It was not anger in Vaughn's tone but a reminder. Whether Alistair had come to him to demand he tell him who he has told about his true identity, or specifically Asher, or even if it had nothing to do with just knowing who Vaughn had spilled his secret to. Either way, the point of the matter was so that Alistair remembered that he somehow needed Vaughn.

But it was of course difficult to stop a bull midway through its charge with just mere words. This brought back to memory their last encounter where Alistair had attacked him for having had a friendly chat with Isadora. He had broken his jaw for it, and judging from what Alistair was going for now, Vaughn had a strong feeling he was going to do the same thing. Keeping his eye on Alistair so that the druid would hopefully be too distracted to notice where Vaughn's hand was going, Vaughn reached for the handle of his sword, which was thankfully not too far. Where Alistair had the advantage of raw strength and not as much skill with a sword...well, one man's weakness was another man's strength. Granted, right now it was not exactly skill that would spare Vaughn, but the opportune position.

When Alistair's balled fist was midway, ready to pound of Vaughn's jaw...an injury that Vaughn was trying to avoid since it was a great hindrance to have a broken jaw...he felt the hilt of his sword, picked it up and angled the blade so that the sharp edge of it was on the side of Alistair's neck. It was the best angle Vaughn could get right now instead of putting it right on his throat. But the side of his neck would prove to be of equal thread. He even began to press the blade into Alistair's neck hoping the man's skin wasn't so thick so that the weapon would cut his skin, even if it was just a little. Enough to draw blood at least. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he quickly added tauntingly, a slight gleam of amusement returning to his gaze. If he broke his jaw then Vaughn would slit his throat. Simple as that.

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[Alistair]

Alistair did pause at the feel of steal against his neck. However, it was only for a few seconds. While Vaughn was running his mouth in his egotistical manner, Alistair cut short his last few words by doing something he knew Vaughn was not expecting.

Vaughn tended to rely on the fear he put into people to do some of his fighting for him. When you were afraid, even just slightly; then you hesitated. Your blinked or gave pause. That was when someone who fought as dirty as Vaughn let their skill do the rest and over take you. Alistair wasn't going to let Vaughn's mouth go off on a run again.

Letting the blade do it's work, and cut just slightly into his skin, Alistair slammed his head into Vaughn's upper nose before rolling away from the man with his swords. He'd hoped it would stall him long enough to let him get a few feet back with out finding the same blade in his back.

He moved so that he was sitting against one of the building making the ally and leaned against it with one hand on his bleeding neck. He was going to kill Vaughn one day. If it was the last thing he ever did.

[Vaughn Adeney]

When Vaughn felt the druid's head bash into his nose, he felt the impact of the blow. His eyes watered and it hurt like hell, but he was not going to show that right now. He hoped it was not broken but would not be able to tell for certain until the initial pain subsided enough for him to properly inspect it. Now, he knew that he had two options. They could roll around the ground like idiots, which was always Alistair's method of fighting: charge and pound on the other. Vaughn still gripped one sword, also knowing that he could stab Alistair, as he was well aware of the weak points in the druid's armor. So he could stab him, while Alistair beat on him. Or, Vaughn could immediately place himself in an advantageous position, for just like the armor, he knew Alistair's weak points.

When Alistair moved off of him, instead of piercing the sword into his skin, Vaughn scrambled to his feet and pulled out his other sword, taking a few steps back. Ah. Now that was much better. Now the druid could charge at him and Vaughn would run him right through. Through blinking away the inevitable tears from the injury to his nose, Vaughn smirked once again. Yes he had a broken rib, and yes he could very well have a broken nose...but he was not discouraged. For right now, he had both his swords held out in front of him and was back in his comfort zone, making him more confident than ever to run his mouth again. He had warned Alistair that he needed him and in the druid's irrational attack of anger...well, perhaps it was not his wisest decision.

"Now if you'll excuse me. Hearing that Asher is in town makes me want to have a chat with him." Vaughn specifically left that very small detail out of whether he had told him or not. Vaughn had not told him, because it had suited him no purpose at the time. But now, thanks to Alistair's attack, Vaughn would tell him if only to teach the druid a lesson that he seemed to constantly be forgetting. "Does he know you're here?" He asked a bit sarcastically. "For maybe he can give a tip to Uther, saying that an old friend of his in town." Everyone knew that the king was slowly losing his mind, but he had his moments of coherence. Tonight, was one of them. Obviously, Vaughn could not go to Uther and tell him that one of his kidnappers was here...because Vaughn was one of the kidnappers too.

But Asher could. And with the princess at Alistair's side it made him more difficult to just sneak away. Especially at such a public display. "Now I wonder what that would do..." His voice was taunting, because he knew the consequences. All Uther needed was a point in the right direction, and hell could break lose. He would see and recognize Alistair, and then what? Everyone was well aware of Uther's temper. "Especially to your beloved Princess." It would clearly not be a good situation for her either; having been seen by many at the side of Alistair, a criminal. A druid. For word to get out here and now in front of all their allies that he was not in fact a knight, but someone far different. And now conveniently, Asher was here to deliver such a message. Vaughn was basically telling Alistair that he would blab out his and Isadora's dirty little secret. Something they had both been trying so hard to protect.

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[Alistair]

Vaughn was proving to Alistair with each and every word that he was no longer trust worthy. That he would sell him out at a moment's notice; however his words seemed to hint that he had not know Asher was in the city. Being Asher had looked surprised at seeing him; it meant that Vaughn had not told him. Alistair had assumed the reason Asher was in town was because of Vaughn; but clearing it was no so.

Which meant for the night, Vaughn could leave. The day was fast approaching however that Alistair and Vaughn would no longer be able to avoid the kick down, drag out fight to the death that was coming.

Asher traveled with armed guards; having liked to show off his power. He would need Vaughn to help get past time and to help remove witnesses from seeing the events. He could no longer show his face as boldly as he pleased. "He has a son now." Alistair told Vaughn from the ground. "Who looks like his father." Asher was dark, but in skin and mood. His wife was as well. Not the boy. "Be a pity if you looked like the boy." Meaning that if Vaughn visited the man, he might know Vaughn had slept with his wife. Granted, the boy was blond of hair and Vaughn was not--However he was rather hoping Vaughn would not know that detail and it would give him pause. While Vaughn might like for Asher to know who the father was; for such things amused him; Asher's temper and small army of men might damper his mood.

Pushing from the ground, he keep his hand on his neck and looked at his once friend; a man who had once saved his life. "Your going to help me kill him." Not a request.

[Vaughn Adeney]

Vaughn stared at him. He had a son? What did that have to do with anything? That was when Alistair continued on with his threat. Vaughn just stared at him for another moment, trying to see if he was serious. He then burst out laughing, which only caused more strain on his broken rib. But he could not help himself. The druid was hysterical. "You are losing your touch," he told him, in between chuckles. "That woman really softened you up." What had happened to the druid that he had known. One who could give proper threats and act on them. The woman had indeed turned him into a softy. "Come then. Let us go visit Asher and why don't you deliver the news that the child may be mine." He did not care. Besides, Vaughn's threat was not only about Asher. He could find another goon to deliver a message. There were many people out there who he could use to spill Alistair's secret. Plus, Vaughn was not afraid of Asher. He could handle him easily, despite the small army he found himself around.

But his next words explained what he wanted from him. "Am I?" He asked mockingly, amused by the assumption. It was different before when he asked things of him. They knew that they had something to benefit from it. But right now, Vaughn had nothing to benefit from killing Asher. It was not a difficult task to do, but Vaughn would not do it without the promise of some sort of reward. "You should know me better than that Sir Alistair," he said, emphasizing his newly bestowed title of rank in complete mockery. "I will humor you though. So tell me, why would I possibly help you in any way?" He had a choice. He knew he did. And he needed to hear a good reason before he even considering aiding the man who had already gone against him far too many times.

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[Alistair]

Alistair watched Vaughn laugh it off and he wondered how any man could not be effected by the idea of a child that could be his. Had Alistair found out that one of the few woman he had been with before Isadora had a child; even if it was a year afterwards; he would have moved heaven and earth to go back there and find out. Bloodlines and family and loyalty meant nothing to Vaughn. Only Vaughn meant something to Vaughn.

Now he meant nothing to Alistair. "You like violence and death and woman. I am giving you all three in one night." Alistair wasn't going to out right ask, nor would be beg. He'd do it on his own first; or try too. Let Vaughn decide to go and tell Asher; Alistair would join them soon enough. After tonight then he would demand Vaughn not cross paths with him again. If he did, then he would let it all end there. If not sooner.

[Vaughn Adeney]

The nature of their interactions had altered so much. Before when Alistair had suggested kidnapping Isadora, Vaughn needed less than a second. In fact with most of Alistair's, or Vaughn's, ideas the other had been quick to agree to be part of it. In a way, though Vaughn would never admit it as such, they had relied on each other. Combining both their strengths, which canceled out their weaknesses. And it created a strong partnership that made them capable of carrying out the most impossible of crimes. But now, everything had changed. He had been so easily swayed by a woman. Pitiful; pathetic; weak...and there were so many other words that Vaughn could use to describe the druid's relationship with the princess.

It what made Vaughn so defiant right now. There had been enough tension between them and though Vaughn never really did any favors for Alistair in the past, he was far less inclined to go along with his ploys now. "Again, you are wrong Alistair," he said, still smiling. "You do not have to give me anything. I can take whatever I want." Did Alistair truly believe that he could just grant things to Vaughn? Had his newly attained rank made him so arrogant? "I can find violence, death, and women wherever I so wish, whenever I desire. I do not need you to grant me with anything." Vaughn was his own man...the same could not be said for the druid. "But thank you for offering," he added, completely sarcastic; his words meant to taunt him. "You will have to do better than that in trying to convince me." Still humoring him of course; this was all still hypothetical.

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[Alistair]

Alistair wondered how they had been friends for so long. When he first meet Vaughn, it had been chance. Still, they had shared a small bond and from there it had allowed them to become the villains they were for a while The difference was that Alistair had a motive and moral line and Vaughn only had a mouth an a bit of steal. He had no family, no friends and nothing to give him a reason to get out of bed in the morning. Alistair pitied the man.

"Do not pretend you will not it. Just name your prince and let us see it done." He was not going to waste time talking to Vaughn when it would only anger him further. In his mind however; he was making plans. He was working out just how to silence the bastard once and for all. Vaughn's days were numbered by hours. Less if they worked quickly.

[Vaughn Adeney]

Ah. Now Alistair was finally talking sense. He should know better than to make offers, or even demands to Vaughn. Vaughn did not do well to follow orders. He thought about how to take advantage of this offer in the best way possible. Yes; he could ask for riches and gold. Yes; he could ask for whatever he wanted for monetary gain. But that was not what Vaughn wanted. It was what he needed at times, but he was not a man constantly chasing gold to increase his wealth. He often only obtained it when he knew taking it put the other at a disadvantage. When he knew it would be a blow to their pride. So what could he possibly ask from Alistair. Something that would annoy him. Something that would test just how much Alistair needed Vaughn's help right now.

"Access," he answered simply, rather amused with his set price. "I want access to the Caerleon Castle." And just to annoy him a bit more, and remind him of how he has lost his connection to his people. "Your new home." For no matter how much he mocked Alistair's relationship with the princess, he knew that the druid was not with her because she was rich. Which is why he also though his relationship with her was ridiculous. "Give me that, and then we can talk." Would he? Especially with his precious little flower wandering around it? Vaughn could already see the full potential of fun this plan held in store. So he waited for Alistair's reply. "That is of course unless you need your woman to help you think." Mocking Alistair's inability to be his own man.

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[Alistair]

Alistair did not let his face react to Vaughn's words. He wanted to kill him for his words but knew he needed him. "I could hire ten men for an ounce of the price." Bargaining was something he learned from Vaughn. However in this he was not planning to let Vaughn live long enough top claim the price.

Still, Alistair knew better then to just pretend to give Vaughn what he wanted. If he made it look too easy then Vaughn would wonder why. He needed that half way mark. Give just enough to make it work, yet not enough to make it break.

"My rooms. In the knight' wing. You can have access to that." Not to the rest. Though if you got that far you could get in deeper. Not to the royal chambers, but close. If he was alive; which he would not be.

[Vaughn Adeney]

Vaughn chuckled when Alistair named how many men he could hire for Vaughn's cost. He knew he could. But he also knew there were reasons Alistair was approaching him instead. Coming to him, knowing that there would be a high cost. It was because Vaughn knew his situation. Because Vaughn knew Asher. Because Vaughn knew how to get the job done. And because Alistair had worked with him before. These were just a few of the reasons that had entered Vaughn's mind. He knew full well that had Alistair had an alternate option, he would have gone to that. That asking, or demanding, this from Vaughn had been the only choice. And it was precisely why he knew he could ask for something to high. Taking advantage of the druid's desperation to get this done.

"And it would take ten times as long to get the job done. Considering it gets done at all." Vaughn was confident enough to know that this would be an easy task. As previously acknowledged, he and Alistair had done the impossible and it was never by luck. It was through skill. And planning...to some extent. Vaughn listened to his offer, and he knew it was the best he would get from him. Not that Vaughn ever settled. But he was aware of how this would be the beginning. Once he was in that far, he could get further. It was just the start he needed. And plus, when Alistair married his squeeze, then he would be king. And his chambers, when changed, would be all the more luxurious. "Very well," Vaughn agreed. Surely, Alistair was not that stupid. Clearly, he was just desperate.

"Shall we have a chat with Sir Garrett then?" He asked with a smug smile. The last time Vaughn was in Gwent, he had done his research. Well, not really. It was more just paying close attention to his surroundings. Sir Garrett was the leader of the army. Thus, he was ultimately responsible for the royal family's security. Which in turn meant, that if Vaughn was going to get in the castle with ease...it would be granted with his awareness. They would obviously have to make up some sort of story. But it should not be too hard when Alistair, a 'trusted knight' was vouching for his 'best friend' Vaughn. Or whatever name they went by. It was also Vaughn's way of telling Alistair that he was not going to go through this plan without some sort of guarantee that he would get what payment he had demanded. Or part of it as they were not in Gwent right now.

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[Alistair]

Talk to Garrett? Why? Alistair watched him for a moment before giving a shrug. He knew Vaughn was no fool but he had not planned on thanking this to the head of the knights. While Vaughn was arrogant, and prideful and annoying as bloody hell; it appeared he did have one talent--getting what he wanted. "He is in the main hall."

Alistair did not like taking him to Garrett; and he knew he would need a reason to explain Vaughn. However, as he did not plan Vaughn to be alive long enough to enjoy the rewards of his labor; he knew that visiting Garrett would not matter. Worst case, if he died in this endeavor then Garrett would know who was with him and seek out Vaughn. With any luck; they'd kill Vaughn and the secret of his birth died with him.