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Death. Yes. That was exactly what Vaughn wanted to hear. The boy certainly was not stupid or as naive as some others. He knew that the smartest thing to do was to comply with Vaughn's demands; or so that was what the knight presumed. "Hmm. Death," he repeated aloud, acting as if he was pensively thinking about this. "So many ways to be publicly killed. Burning. Hanging. Axed at the neck." He was just trying to present terrifying methods of death that criminals faced, hoping it continued to scare Neav. "And how old are you boy?" He asked. He did indeed look young, no older than 16. Vaughn truly did take far too much pleasure in threatening others lives, especially children's.

"It is a rather pleasant day for a ride. I shall accompany you." It was not an offer, nor was it a suggestion. It was a statement. Vaughn would go with the boy to, well wherever he was going to go with all those horses. He did not trust Neav to be off by himself. It was too risky. He would have far too much opportunity to go and inform someone of Vaughn's criminal acts and plots. This ample opportunity was not something he was willing to afford Neav.

"Well I am not your typical man, so typical rules do not apply to an untypical person such as me." He was just playing around. Clearly enjoying this far more than she was. He was not sure when he would get the opportunity to harass Alistair's gem again anyway. This may be his only chance, and with the druid not here to defend her, it was even more fun. Feel free to leave. He would not allow her to have the liberty to dismiss him. He was not making any intention to leave. He would have made himself completely comfortable had he trusted her not to call the guards or make a run for it. But no. For now, he would have to remain near the door.

"You still have not asked," he said smiling. He knew she probably would not, but he was having a great deal of fun teasing her. "Are you really still that bitter because of what happened during our last, encounter?" When he had unleashed the pack of dogs on her and stood on the side, watching. Well, sort of watching. He had diverted his attention as he had not cared about what about to her. So long as she was alive because he got a fair deal of money from it.

Vaughn turned to a familiar voice. However, Alistair was a bit different this time. Even when they did happen to cross paths or meet up, they never really engaged in small talk and exchanged formalities. They were very direct men, getting to the point for they were both people of purpose. But still, when Alistair asked this question Vaughn could not help but notice that his voice lacked the calmness it usually held. Vaughn flashed an amused smile and turned his gaze forward again.

"Is that anger I detect in your usually calm voice?" Vaughn asked. He was intrigued. What had made this man so angry? What had the power to do such a thing for the many years Vaughn had known him, he had never seen him so close to being enraged. He was also aware that he had not answered Alistair's question. He was far more interested in the reason that had caused his current emotional state.

While he knew she was not thrilled by the idea of him having his few moments, he was going to take advantage of her compliance and try to drag out this encounter with her as much as possible. After all, he had not planned to just come in here, question her, and them immediately leave. Oh no no. This time, he would spend more time with her. This time, Alistair was not here to stop her. He was locked in the dungeon because an old lady kicked his ass. Some formidable partner in crime Vaughn has allied himself with.

He stayed silent, as if he was expecting something. He was acting as if he was, but he knew that she would not ask it. After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke. "I am not sure how familiar you are with formalities, but the way it usually goes is that when ones is asked how they have been, the polite response is reciprocating by asking the questioner, the same thing." He really was drawing this meeting out, and he was enjoying every single second of it.

Vaughn had not expected anyone to have seen him commit this crime, so when a woman stopped on her horse and told him to return the items, he looked up at her, smirking. Vaughn already did not take well to being told what to do, and so for this woman to demand him to return the items, well, Vaughn was not exactly preparing to comply. He looked at the woman, a gleam of amusement in his eyes. She was a noblewoman. It was easy to tell with her confidence, grace, and of course more evident was her attire. Oh, this was going to be fun.

"And what if I do not?" He questioned. Was she going to have him arrested? He could care less. Not that he liked the dungeons, but he was cocky enough to believe that he was a match for a couple of guards. He continued to smile. "Are you going to dismount from your animal and make me?" He said this in a bit of a suggestive way, a hint of perversion in his voice. And why not? He was in the presence of a rather beautiful noblewoman. Her features were indeed unique and Vaughn would never pass the opportunity to flirt a little with a woman of her radiance.

Vaughn watched her take out the knife and let out a bit of a snicker. How many daggers did that woman carry with her? Maybe he would have to search her. Now there was an amusing thought. He did not like the idea that she was making conditions for him. He did not follow rules and guidelines and certainly did not take well to being told what to do. He did not say anything though. No need to argue about it. He would just not listen to her.

What did he want? Oh how that was a very loaded question. "Just a few moments of your time," he answered, rather honestly. He did not want anything from her specifically, apart from a bit of information. He began to move towards her, clearly disregarding her 'stay away condition'. But he did it with purpose. He went to the door and leaned against it, his back now rested against it hearing it creak to a close. He would remain in this position for now, just to make sure she did not make a run for it. "So, how have you been My Lady?" He was just stalling, trying to make small talk, hoping it would annoy her and make her feel like it was a waste of time. He just leaned there, casually, acting as he had not in fact broken into her chambers in the middle of the night, but rather, looked like was having a civilized conversation with a friend.

Camelot city. That was where Vaughn's wandering had led him to this time. He really had no destination, and so could take his time with any kingdom or city he found himself in. Unfortunately for the citizens of Camelot, it was this particular city that he decided to stay in and perhaps stir up some trouble if he could. It was the only fun life had to offer and the only reason he kept traveling. To have new experiences and provoke as many people as he could on the way.

It was very late at night and there were only a few people scurrying about. Drunk men were leaving the taverns. Women were being escorted to their homes. But Vaughn was simply bored and so decided to roam around the city. He was clad in his armor, as usual, making him appear to be a knight. Something he enjoyed people initially assuming and while he was technically one in title, he was certainly not one in spirit. His next actions would indeed prove this.

A old man was still putting away the things from his shop. He had a cart outside and was slowly preparing the horse so that he could attach his cart, which was conveniently on wheels to the horse and be on his way. The man was moving at a very slow pace however. It was to be expected of him; he looked to be at least sixty years in age. Normally, a knight would probably see this poor man and assist him. Not Vaughn Adeney. No. Instead he took advantage of this situation. When the man's back was turned, Vaughn peaked under the cloth that had been concealing whatever goods he had underneath and saw a few ornaments and trinkets. Vaughn grabbed a handful and put them in his pocket.

Rather proud of his very smooth theft he grinned and began to walk away, unaware that his actions had been regarded by a spectator not too far.

[[ Tag Lady Luciana]]

So they were going to play this cat and mouse game were they? She must have had enough practice running from Alistair and him chasing her. Vaughn had to move quickly as well if he were to grab her before she reached the door. He jumped up on the bed, only needing to take a few more steps before he hopped off, using the piece of furniture as a shortcut. While doing that, he quickly pulled out his dagger which had previously been at his side.

He grabbed her by the arm, forcefully pulling her back towards him, and feeling something hard in the sleeve. He was not an idiot. He had been around enough weapons to be able to recognize it just from the feel. He held her wrist tightly with one hand, twisting her arm behind her, and with his other hand, wrapped his arm around her neck positioning the dagger at its side, against her throat. It was not enough to cut her skin, but it was close enough so that the cold metal was touching her neck. He was now standing right behind her, his head very close to hers, too close perhaps, but it was necessary to make sure she was not out of reach. He lowered his head a bit, so that he was talking directly in her ear. He spoke in a low voice, considering they were so close to the door, he did not want anyone else to hear them.

"It would be a great shame to cut such fair skin." With one hand, he began to lift up her sleeve a bit to find the very weapon he had felt before. He took a bit too long doing so as well, recalling how he had let his hands linger before when trying her up with rope. Now, he was taking his time rolling up her sleeve, enjoying every second of this small gesture. "Well well, what do we have here?" He asked. His voice was amused and though she could not see his expression right now, he was smirking. He pulled out the dagger, and unable to keep a hold of her wrist and the weapon at the same time, released her wrist for only one second, tucked the knife in his pocket, and took hold of her arm once again. "Such a weapon really does not suit you," he added, in a mocking tone.

It seemed the boy was thinking things more thoroughly through than Vaughn was. He was more the kind of man who lived in the moment. Made no long term plans. So such things as the gate guards was not even a thought that had occurred to him. He would deal with things as they came, but he did want to give the boy an answer. Whether it would actually happen or not, Vaughn could not tell for certain. He just wanted to see how much he could scare the stable boy. "They will be working their last shift tonight."

Meaning, Vaughn would kill him. Again, it was not a plan set in stone. He just wanted to try to intimidate Neav. It if worked, wonderful. If it did not, Vaughn would just keep trying. "It will not be hard either. They will be on foot, I will be riding fast on the horse. One swift motion and-" Vaughn quickly pulled out both his swords from the sheaths strapped to his back, cutting the air with them in the exact same way he would cut off a man's head. He was just giving Neav a visual image of what he was going to do to them; or what he could do to them rather.

Chuckling at the image he was trying to portray, Vaughn still kept hold of his two weapons as Neav assumed that he needed the necessary riding equipment. "Yes. Everything that is needed. And anything extra." Vaughn did not know what extra things he needed right now. He just threw that thought in there in case the boy thought of anything else; not that he expected Neav would offer up extra things to a man who was jeopardizing his job and life.