Alone

[Bjorn]

"That's if you're Verrik," Bjorn corrects.  "The only person's word we have for that is Dorian's, which is a bit convenient.  And there are things that don't exactly make sense.  Your journal, for starters, didn't really give me a lot of hints that you were a legendary assassin.  And you'd have to be pretty cocky to jump someone like Verrik in a dark hallway."

[Brian]

"I don't know," Durant says, frowning.  "Dorian was like a shadow with sharp parts in the alcove.  Didn't see him, I was just suddenly wondering why my lungs were being tickled with a knife through my armit and then bleeding out on the floor."

He pauses for a moment, and then sighs.  "Well, I saw him, but I didn't see it coming.  I actually ... turned my back on him for a second.  But, fuck, I didn't expect him to stab me."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn shrugs.  "I just have a hard time believing that a guy who could take out invisible assassins chasing after him would be taken so easily by a double-cross like that."  He frowns.  "Of course, you're not Verrik, in the ways that matter, and so it's not surpising that you got caught -- not your fault.  But if Dorian honestly thought you were, you'd think he'd take a more sure approach."  Bjorn fall silent for a second, thinking things through.

"I think what worries me the most," he says finally, "is how easy this was.  Verrik's knife was there in a flimsy little chest, and there was this handy-dandy little confession just lying around that happened to identify who and what you were.  And now everybody thinks that Verrik is locked  up in the dungeon -- which would probably be a big help to the real Verrik, if he was still chasing after somebody in the Keep."

[Brian]

"I don't feel like a legendary assasin king," Durant supplies, sighing.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn is still for a second.  "You sure?" he asks, finally.  "The oddest stuff comes into my head at times.  None of this makes you... remember anything?"

[Brian]

"Well," he says slowly, "not really.  Just stories about it."  He shrugs.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn shrugs.  "I didn't think they would, honestly.  I don't think you or your other-self are Verrik.  The job we have now is convincing people of that."  He looks over at Nathan, and then back at Durant.  "I know this sucks, but hang in there."

[Rezantis]

Nathan nods.

"I pretty much agree with Bjorn's reasoning there.  We'll see what we can do . . ." Rez glances across at Bjorn, then back at Paul, "We'll go and search your room, and figure out how to approach this.  I'll see you later on, then?"

[Brian]

"Oh, yeah, sure," he says, looking a little downcast.  "I'll just be hanging out here, then."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn grimaces.  "Sorry about this."  He hesitates, but unable to think of anything more to say, exits the cell.

[Rezantis]

Rez winces.

"We'll get you out of here, don't worry."

And then turns and follows Bjorn.

[Brian]

Durant just looks kind of melencholy and shrugs.  The guards close the door on him and latch it.

[Rezantis]

Rez raises an eyebrow at Bjorn.

"Should we go and search his room quickly?"

[Bjorn]

"Thoroughly," Bjorn corrects Nathan, mindful of the guard's presence.  "But yes."  He looks around to see if Lindsey is still present.

[Brian]

Lindsey is loitering near the door to her cell, waiting for the orders that complete her release.