Our two protagonists made their way out of the tavern and went across the street, down some alleyways and into the nearby stables. It was most definitely time to get going.

"Hey man, thanks for standing up for me there..." began the bard

SMACK!!!

He was tightly slapped across the face by our hooded hero.

"You idiot! You almost got both of us killed! Why couldn't you have fucked prostitutes like a normal person!" growled the man

"Geez man, don't have a cow! I was bored of the same old same old. There's a certain thrill in climbing into someone's window, and performing the acrobatics of nature!" whined the bard.

The man groaned and facepalmed in frustration.

"Alright! Arguing about this stupid situation isn't going to make anything better, its only a matter of time until the town guard catches up with us. We're both in deep shit!" said the man while clenching his fist. "We're stealing some of these horses and getting the hell out of dodge!" He finally exclaimed.

"Steal horses?! But that would make us thieves and outlaws!" cried the bard

"You got a better idea?! As of now your ass is high real estate, and I already have a dodgy history with laws in this kingdom. We're lucky this is a backwater hick town in the middle of nowhere so we can disappear into the wilderness, but we need to get out of here now! I can see a crowd gathering around the tavern". People were indeed beginning to gather from around town, since the whole upper deck collapsing out of nowhere was something that was both unusual and fascinating.

"Ugggh!" stomped the man, then he sighed and asked: "What's your name?"

"Bartholomew Soundcloud, but you can call me Bart, Bart Soundcloud".

"Neat. My name's Topher, Topher of the Hinterlands, can't say it's a pleasure, but it is a necessity. I need your magic lute to spot my back, since we're going to need to have each other's backs, at least until we sneak our way into a neighbouring kingdom where we can forget this ever happened and go our separate ways!" explained Topher.

"That sounds fair..." mused Bart

"But you'd better keep your dick to yourself while we're together, or keep it in a hooker. If I find out that you've been fucking around with married women again, I'm going to snap it like a twig" spat Topher.

"Fuck, alright, geez! Let's get out of here!" whimpered Bart.

Both Topher and Bart went inside the stable, which appeared deserted. They found two horses, a chestnut and a dappled stallion. Nearby on top of a stack of hay, they found a brown, coarse cloth that strongly smelled of horse.

"Oi Bart! you look like a damn rainbow in your bardic attire. Wrap this cloth around you! you're a walking billboard for all those who mean us harm!"

"Ewww I don't wanna wear that, I have clothes and money in the guest house I live in..."

"Hey shit for brains, you're a wanted man!" interrupted Topher. "Your "musical performance" has definitely injured and probably killed some guys. We need to get the hell out of here now!" he hissed .

With that no more was said. They quickly saddled the horses, and through back alleyways discreetly made their way out of town, and into an unknown wilderness.