Old adventurers never die, they simply fade away.

You stared at her for a long moment. You knew what it was to hate where you came from and want to get away from it. Knew the sensation of seeing opportunity and taking it. Of course, your family hadn't been quite this bullshit, just boring. Leaving her here? She could probably take care of herself, though it would be harder without a gang to watch her back. Even if that gang wasn't beating her up and taking her pinched earnings any longer. You pursed your lips.

"Fine. But this isn't some kind of charity or holiday walkabout. I'm gathering up some people to help them," you jerked a thumb over your shoulder towards Vitor and Alenea, "deal with some fucker styling himself as the next Dark Lord or what have you. So. You can come, as long as you understand that it's dangerous and that I'm the one in charge. No pinching anything or whatever without my say-so. Got it?" You held your hand out for your purse, expectant.

"Sounds like a lark," Zee replied and a moment later your purse was in your hand. She nodded at you and ducked back into the building, leaving you with the cursing, wounded tiefling and the rapidly cooling corpses of his companions.

"We're really taking her?" Alenea sounded incredulous.

"Yes. I needed my money back, didn't I?"

"...She seems alright," Vitor said.

"She took Sahar's money!"

"Well, besides that...." The conversation was cut short as Zee emerged again with a blanket roll tossed over one shoulder. Now that you got a better look at her, you could see she was armed--daggers, mostly. The sort of thing that were useful in a barfight or a back alley brawl. You might have to fix that later.

"Ready!" Zee said. You nodded, and ignoring the carnage in the courtyard, you turned and lead the way back out onto the street.

"I'm Zee. Who're you lot?" You could hear them talking behind you.

"I'm Vitor. The grumpy short one is Alenea. That's Sahar."

"I'm not grumpy," Alenea snapped.

"You sound grumpy," Zee said.

"Well, a bunch of people just got stabbed, so maybe that's why," Alenea replied.

"People get stabbed all the time around here."

"Really?" Vitor sounded horrified.

"Oh yeah, just last week--" Zee was launching into some story about she saw two guys swordfight to the death last week and you began to tune them out as they chattered. You had things to do now--mostly you needed to book passage on a ship south. Nothing complicated. And if you were lucky, they'd sail on the evening tide, so you could avoid spending the night here and potentially having the friends of those assholes you'd killed come after you for a bit of revenge. As the three made friends (Alenea seemed to still distrust Zee, but Vitor was warming up fast) you lead the way down to the seadocks where you managed to find a merchant tub heading south that night without much trouble.

You haggled a bit about passage for the four of you, collected contributions for the fare from everyone, including Zee who tried to play up being very short of coin until it was clear that you weren't going to be dissuaded. By the time the sun was setting, the four of you were sprawled out on the deck of the merchant vessel and making your way out into the channel. The next morning, after a good night's sleep, you took the chance to try and give the kiddos some pointers on fighting.

Zee was, surprisingly, already pretty adept with her dagger and her hands and didn't seem to need a lot of advice on how to throw or catch hands with others. In fact, she knocked Vitor on his ass after a few seconds of scrapping. Part of that was Zee's willingness to go at him without hesitation. Vitor, despite his armament, still had trouble getting over the instinct that told him maybe he shouldn't be hurting people and so you spent some time with him trying to drill the idea into his head that he would need to be able to go at someone and not hesitate if he wanted to win a fight. Alenea had the same problem, but seemed to pick up on the whole thing a lot faster than poor Vitor.

By the time you were easing into port the next morning you thought you'd managed to put the lot through their paces as best you could. At least Alenea and Vitor seemed a lot more willing to get stuck in. With feet back on solid ground, you could start making your way to Valyr's place. Sadly, it was going to be a bit of a hike one way or the other. You'd need to cross the island--or find someone willing to take you around by boat. Both of them might be challenging. These small island communities could be a bit insular and taking the road would be simpler than trying to talk someone into helping you--but it would also take time, considering the steep foothills that rose in the middle of this particular island.