Fang grabs Dwight's arm, lightly pulling at it in an attempt to lead him away for a private conversation. Dwight, while not resisting, refuses to be moved. He flashes a glance at Fang that practically screams "If you've got something to say to me, I'm sure it won't hurt him."

Michael/Tiberius (make up your mind as to his name, by the way) watches the altercation with little movement, his sharpened eyes watching every gesture and movement.

Ilyana is now capable of performing ACTION POSTS. Any work requiring more than a simple movement is subject to a chance of failure.

Tibnerius watches the exchanges in movement of the two across from him then notices something.

The girl. She moved! Her eyes where open!

Ignoring the others to focus on the patient, Tiberius knelt beside her face and examined her eyes and tried to speak to her.

Speaking in his most condesending voice possible, as if speaking to a child, Tiberius said, "You awake sleepy-head? You had a bump when you fell down, but you are all better now. We are going to take you-"

He stopped mid sentence to peer at the others who were huddled together mumbling.

"-...somewhere safe" Tiberius finished.

Hearing no response uet, he mearly places her head down softly and steps over her body lightly, approaching Fang and the lad.

In a hushed, but very stern and serious voice so the girl does not hear he says, " Listen you incompetants, I dont care if you had some accord with an anonymous sponser to rob us or you simply happen-chansed by and are planning to kill me for the fun and profit but now things have changed."

Pushing Fang to in the shoulder to face him completely, he continued in a tone so bold and strong an outsider might presume it from the mouth of a stone-hard soldier, battered by war: " That girl is dieing, and I dont care what your line of work is or how you do things. She needs help and you can help her. Will you stand by and let an innocent girl die for the pathetic reason of not being an aquaintance?""

Turning to the stranger he states coldly, " What possible transgression has she befallen you? What possible insult or remake of vexation has she placed upon your heads? Eh? None! Not a one statement. Instead she lies there dieing. How do you say? What is you choice? If you do not help, I shall take her myself because with braveing the climate is apparently safer than with you brigands. What say you? Speak!"

He face portaied, with great clarity and seriousness, the strength with which he made this speech.

(i.e. I persuade them)

Dwight looks at Tiberius and says "Dont speak down to me again or it will be your throat. The girl had done nothing wrong and I will help you nurse her back to safety no matter what happens. She reminds me of when I was young and needed help and a friend and neither were anywhere to be found. I will leave with you as soon as Fang answers my question about what the hell is going on with this noble rat."

Then he faced the fallen girl. He then bent down and whispered something Into her ear.

He then gave Fang a cold look and said "So what's going on with this vermin?"

"Dont speak to me like that you imbred back-water swine! I am Tiberius! Son of Pallentius! I am Fourty times the man you shall ever amount to be. Your threats mean nothing!" He said, channeling his ancestral heritage of pompousness and arrogance.

" What am I doing? I sound like my father!" Thought Tiberius to himself, the scowl growing on his face regardless.

"So I tell you I'm going to help you and then you insult me" replied Dwight disgusted."I don't give a rat's ass who your dad is. If your 40 times the man I'll ever be let's makes this interesting you pussy" and then Dwight offered one of his two short swords to him.

"Hhmph" Tiberius scoffed.

"Death of honour is rightous, death of neglegence is wasteful" he sneered.

"Our blades shall cross soon enough peasant, when this lass is safely out of the heat."

"And mark my words sir, our duel shall be eventful indeed"

Stepping to the girl's feet he gestures for the man to pick her up by her arms a la streacher.

"Take her to your fabled camp and when she is safe, our duel shall commence pauper born pig."

What am I DOING!? shouted his thoughts. He ignored them and stuck to his elitist heritage.

ACTION POST

Tiberius picks up the girl's ankle and begins to lift her up, waiting for the man to help him.

"Uh.." Ilyana stirred. She tried lifting an arm, but it fell before succeeding in more than an inch. She looked at her limbs as they failed.. and tried to touch the side of her head to find out what this wet feeling in her scalp was. Beside her was a black, jagged rock covered in a dark fluid.
"Oh." She mumbled, beginning to build up a genuine hatred for rocks. As she turned her head to look up again, she saw the nobleman. He was arguing fiercely, it seemed. Everything moved in slow-motion and a blur. Suddenly obstructing her vision was then another man. He whispered something, but she could still not make out what anyone was saying. There was slight comedy to watching people rant and gesture, but not hearing anything, and she presented a small smile, involuntarily.
Perhaps she was just glad to finally meet some people, she thought. Yes, that was probably it.
Or she was going mad. Also possible, she pondered.

Beside her laid her book, and with much effort, she managed to spot it. Fumbling for it with her hands, she contrived to grab it and hold it to her chest. Her body reminded her of what she had been through.. but her mind interpreted it in different ways.
The ground was the icy hell upon which she laid as punishment, her scarf doing nothing to abate the coldness always emanating from the earth and grovel. The air was a diluted poison she could taste the particles of, making its way into her throat and lungs to remind her of what she has done wrong. Worst of all, the sky was a burning rage forever locked on her retina, convincing her that her right to live.. was forfeit.

She winced and tried to turn away from it all. To run? Escape, and be free of all torment? No, that did not work, that much was obvious. Hopelessness overcame her, and along her cheek ran a trembling tear as she curled up, hugging her tome as hard as she could.

"Peasant? You think that you are better than me because your rich ass daddy spoils you? You are nothing bit a bitch! I'm getting sick of your shit. We will take her back to my place and then you can go to hell." Dwight said, enraged to him.

Dwight then looked at Fang and said "I'm still waiting for some answers"

He then layed on the ground next to the girl and asked "can you hear me?" in a sweet compasionate voice

"No, I don't want to-"
Whimpering as she tried to hide, Ilyana heard herself talk. That means the other voice was someone else. She turned her head slowly to look at the source of the voice, saw Dwight and gave off a startled whelp, recoiling further. Slowly and carefully, she built up the courage to speak.
"Yes.. yes I can. Where am I? Who are you?" She said, in a low voice, looking at his face, her golden eyes erratically darting in panicked focus, confusion roaming freely behind them.

Emu has given me the go ahead to post my sheet in, as I may be introduced tomorrow night. Very much looking forward to the RP!

Dwight replied to the girl looking into her beautiful eyes and in a calm voice said"My name is Dwight. You remind me of myself when I was younger and I'm going to help you as much as I can. We are going to take you to my place where you can lay in a bed and rest. My place isn't to far from here. Can you tell me your name?"

"I... I'm Nanase. I-" She paused, swallowing to hold back her tears.
"I don't know how to repay you. I have nothing, I am.. worthless."
There was pleading in her eyes, as if she thought she was going to be left behind and didn't want to. At the same time, she loathed herself for feeling this. She should make it on her own. Closing her eyes tightly, she shrunk and clenched her teeth and fists at her own failure.

On her retina as her eyelids shut was a stunningly beautiful young woman of long, red hair and very athletic body, reminding her of whose name she stole. Nanase.. she used to her best friend, ever so strong and beauteous. And though most never understood or saw it, she was also very kind and loving. Ilyana was probably the only one she could be herself around, and Ilyana always felt blessed to be that special one.

And now she disgraced her name just so she could protect herself.. if it even helped. Oh how she loathed herself.

Qayin:

Emu

Flying-Emu:

@Vivaldi:

Stepping back from the girl, Tiberius ignored the man and decided to let him take care of the girl on an account of his apparent connection with her.

"Lad, our honours may have crossed, and I assure you with shall resolve this, but we need to take her to your camp. Now." He said to Dwight, the anger now fading from his voice but still ominously hanging like the fog after a shower of rain.

"You are beautiful and you owe me nothing. Now we are gonna take you to my camp and care for you there. Then we can talk." replied Dwight.

He gave Tiberius a go to hell look and said "Then lets go"

He then looked at Fang and said "You know where my camp is. You better come tonight and explain"

ACTION POST
Dwight helps Tiberius pick Nanase up

"Alright, you too. That's enough. Dwight, I'll explain my intentions later. Tiberius, come on, get her. I'm going ahead to get my men to make arangments so that she can heal easier and faster. She'll be using my tent if you want to know. NOW MOVE!" Fang says.

She then looks at Ilyana with a concerned look before turning around. "Well at least she's getting better..." Fang thought.

"Dwight, I suspect you and Tiberius not to fight while your coming back to camp because if i have to come back out here and i see you too arguing or fighting then i'll knock you too out and have you both buried up to your heads in the earth. Afterwards i'll leave you both out here for a couple of days while the girl heals. You both can slauter each other at camp but right now our top priority is to get her to camp without delay."

Action Post

She then heads towards camp to tell everyone to make medical arangments.

Dastardos:

Vivaldi

"Have you not been listening?" Dwight says to Fang in an extremmely pissed off voice "While you where dicking around with the noble I was talking and caring for her so don't make it seem like I could care less If she lives or dies"

As Fang follows, Dwight and Tiberius carefully carry the injured young lady the half-mile or so back to the thieves' camp, all the while shooting dirty looks at each other. When they finally come in sight of the camp, an amalgamation of... unsavoury-looking men and women surround them.

After Fang shouts a few orders, they take Nanase (Ilyana) from the two men, and carefully deposit her half-conscious body in Fang's tent. Two men stand guard, while an older woman flips aside the tent coverlet and enters.

With Nanase cared for, the thieves go back to their usual day-to-day; gambling with what little coin they have, knife-tossing, bragging and the like.

((I took a little poetic license here, just to get you guys back to the camp. ;D))

Ilyana was confounded beyond words. Why, by the wise star Mother, would anyone help her? And these.. disciples of the Wild One, no less. These men, and some women, seemed no different to those that had assaulted her village... or did they? She tried to think back.. but it was still so blurry. No.. perhaps they were not. She decided not to assume anything or jump to any conclusions.
Nevertheless, she was in their power now. As they carried her into a slightly larger, guarded no less, tent, they put her down on a stretcher of sorts. The world was still spinning.. as in came an older woman. She reached into a black pouch she had with her, and took out some kind of herbs. Yes... those were.. what were they called now? In any case, Ilyana recognised them as parts of a herbal medicine she had gotten from Mother Carcino a long time ago. Naturally, she had read about them, but right now, nothing was clear to her. Everything was lost to her, out of her reach, spinning in the dark vortex inside her mind, toward oblivion, and all she could do was moan. So she did.
"Schh.." The old woman hushed, consolingly, as her deft hands worked.

Fang looks around her camp and watches the old woman go into the tent.
"Well, she'll get better now." Fang said before looking at two of her men who were in a knife throwing contest.
'Arn't you going to explain things to Dwight?' asked Contious.
"Why should i? He shouldn't have been out there anyways."
'He was just curious.'
"He should have just trusted me, and besides, he thinks he can order me around. I'm the leader of this band of theifs and that includes him. He should not have talked that way to me. Next time he does it, i'll have him whipped for it."
'He deserves to be whipped now. He probably ruined our chances of getting some cash. Cash you and your band will need since there seems to be no sign of the moastary.' Said Greed.
"True. Maybe that woman, Nanase i think it was, knows where it is. Anyways, if Dwight wants to know what i was doing out there he'll come find me and ask me respectfully." Fang thought.
"Meanwhile...I think i'll go and mess around with the band."

Action Post

Fang walks around, talking with her men before getting into an insult competition with one of them.

Dwight turned and looked at Tiberius. "Okay I have done what matters the most to me now. I got Nanase to safety. Now its time to settle what your mouth says."

He unsheathed a blade and tossed it to Tiberius. He then unsheathes his own.

"You still curious to see who is the inbreed vermin?"

Holding the blade in his hand, Tiberius looks up at Dwight.

"You thought me sincere? Fool, I transcend the need to battle honours with the likes of you."

Stop this now! He is serious, he will attack. No, maybe he will buy it... He though.

"My aid has been offered and accepted and I no longer need to remain with you nor with THIS HORRENDOUS MOTLY CRUE YOU CALL A BAND" he ended that sentance shouting.

Oh my...

"I take my departation now..."

"Right..."

ACTION POST

Tiberius tries to leave the camp, still holding the sword.

Dwight yells "So you insult me and then walk off!? Ha you are pathetic you spoiled bitch"

ACTION POST

Dwight sprints up to Tiberius and puts his swords point against Tiberius' neck