God damnit.... [ The Englishman's cape billows out behind him as he dashes down the city streets, ducking into the darkness of an alleyway with incredible speed. Behind him, the thunder of foot steps, Knights of the Diamond Kingdom, threatens to overwhelm the citizens of the town. ]

[ But Arthur knows this town well, far better than anyone from Diamonds, and he knows who he has to turn to. Just a few more streets, and Arthur begins his dash, as quiet as a mouse, as quick as a panther. His breathing is ragged and his pulse, quickened. But the door he's searching for comes into sight, and in one slick movement, he's inside the establishment in a flash of black. ]

Rotters. The lot of them, rotters. [ The cape is shucked and he storms into the inn, heavy-set scowl etched into his features. ] They don't even know what they're chasing. I should have turned them all into frogs, it'd match that pompous, unbearable King of theirs. [ His snarls die down and Arthur regulates his breathing, peering about the building. ]

Ana? Are you in here? Do tell me you are, because I'm a knackered and I don't want to go finding you at this hour...