[Scarlet(#30305)]
It is early morning in the town of Bree, however the people are awake and bustling already. The air carries warmth, suggesting another hot day to come. The breeze is very faint- hardly existant at all, and it certainly doesn't reach the inside walls of the headquarters of the Breeguards, until the door swings open.
A woman enters, and very deliberately makes her way to the first cell, motioning for the guard on duty to open it and let her in. She has all the signs of one who has been awake all night, though not from an signs of tiredness. She simply looks a little flat, as one who has just reached their usual bedtime.
"Good morning, Mr. Rushlight," and the door closes behind her, and again, does not lock.

[Pierce(#32225)]
The man on the bunk stirs and rolls over. His expression falls to the other end of the spectrum from his current guests -- one that was just awoke. He blinks slowly and starts to voice a question, but stops when his eyes finally alert him to who has entered his cell. He slides his legs over the edge of the bed and in the process catches his left leg on a nail. He winces slightly but brings himself to a vertial position nevertheless. "Good morning" he manages, his voice still groggy.

[Scarlet(#30305)]
Scarlet Greythorn leans herself against the door and regards the man carefully for a moment. Then she speaks again, "I have a request for you. It's nothing dangerous, just something you must do for me... it could be a sort of.. test, to see how well you go." She studies her hands for a moment, then glances up as if remembering she was in the middle of a conversation.

[Pierce(#32225)]
Sleep gives it's last fleeting yawn as Pierce becomes fully focused on Scarlet. His left hand slides down his leg towards the scratch and rubs it. "Ah, okay." His words are slightly weighted, a cross between nervousness and distrust, but neither is intentional. "And what might that be?"

[Scarlet(#30305)]
There is that frown again, but she shrugs it off lightly. "Well, it's quite simple. Basically when you speak to Daniel today, you shall tell him that there was a misunderstanding between you, and Aleswyn. You shall make certain to tell him that Aleswyn did not provoke you at all, and that your temper got the better of you. You said yourself that you have quite a temper. As I see it, this is what happened, anyway, and it shall help your case to tell it as though it was a misunderstanding.... Am I clear?"

[Pierce(#32225)]
Pierce muses on the request. His face goes through a few strained expressions, but settles on one that is more resigned. He begins to object, but quickly ceases and nods. "I think so." The words are gruff, but not malicious. He turns his head away from Scarlet and places folded hands up to his face. "But, " the quert is long in coming, "he must be a smart man, how'll I convince him of that. An' after he spent so much time talking with ... her ...?" His eyes turn back to Scarlet, a genuine fear has set in. "What if he doesn't believe me?"

[Scarlet(#30305)]
"As long as you stay with this story, then he shall believe it. Do not concern yourself on that, if he appears not to believe you, do not worry. As long as you have said these things that I have told you to say, that is enough." She smiles, and looks as though she is attempting to appear kindly, "Don't worry. If he does not believe you, that shan't change our deal."

[Pierce(#32225)]
Though clearly unhappy with the current request, Pierce makes every effort to appear otherwise, with limited success. He nods, "I can tell him that, I think." He takes a deep breath before proceeding. "Despite what ya may hear otherwise, I really am an honest man. I'm just afraid that It won't work." His brow is wrinkled with worry.

[Scarlet(#30305)]
"Oh, dear Mr. Rushlight, I've heard nothing otherwise. Why, I've heard very little at all, to be honest myself. I have my own opinions of you, based solely on the man that I see before me. I would consider myself a good judge of character, after all, I must be, musn't I? But that is beside the point. You may of course use your own words to tell him, as long as the point is the same. And please, try to look less dejected about it- there are worse things I could ask of you, and worse stories you could tell."
She taps lightly on the door behind her, and a few moment later, the Breeguard can be heard moving along the hallway. "That is all for today. I shall be seeing you later, to check that everything is well, and soon you shall be released from here and back walking the streets. Until then, Mr. Rushlight."

[Pierce(#32225)]
A feeble smile crosses his libs and he nods. "Yes, Ms. Greythorn. ... And thank you." The last three words come out almost as an afterthought. He sits there awkwardly as he waits for the guard to come to the door. "You are most kind to help me this way."

[Scarlet(#30305)]
"Of course. What are friends for, hmm?" Friends of course, who will soon have the power to land said friend back in jail if he happens to step out of line, or at least, use that as a blackmail advantage. Yes, the benifits of having friends, and thre is no better friend than Scarlet Greythorn. "Goodbye," And with that, she steps out, and the door swings closed again, and is locked. The woman can be heard leaving shortly after, and again the warm breeze drifts through the Headquarters

[Pierce(#32225)]
The door lock rattles through the small cell, and Pierce is again left alone to contemplate all that has happened. He pulls his legs up and stretches out again on the flat bed, staring at the ceiling. A hand moves up to his neck and rubs the now raw scab where a scar had one resided. He mutters quietly to himself, with only the words "lie" and "anger" being understandable from those outside the cell, had there been anyone there. He sighs, stops mumbling, rolls over on his side so that he faces the wall. A soft cry slows disolves into regular breathing which slowly fades into a quiet snore.