Where the land meets the ocean

[RazorClaw]

 RazorClaw winced. Why did he have to pick that! "I am RazorClaw, ruler of the Northlands and head of the Army of Ice. H-h-happy to make your acquaintance. He stuttered on happy, as happiness was not an emotion he displayed. He drew his sword, and held it so that the jewel-studded handle was pointing at Deathclaw. "Here. Take it. It is a show of how honest I am." As he let go of the sword a malicious-looking knife fell out of his vest. "Er, okay, so I'm not honest. But I need to be on my way. Ashyra and Bloodrose are planning a meeting near here, and I'd like to oversee it. If it goes quite badly, only one of the three of us will be leaving. Good day." He picked up his knife and jumped out the window. He threw a grappling hook up to another window and it stopped him just before he hit the ground. He left the hook there and sped off.

[Deathclaw]

 Quickly arming himself with a nearby bow, Deathclaw took a blunted arrow, dipped it in a sedative, notched it, and fired it, straight and true. As he fired, he ordered one of the hares to send several runners to apprehend him, as the sedative took a couple of minutes to fully take affect, only slowing him as he went. Quickly dropping his bow, he threw on a set of armor, grabbed his dirk, sling and stonepouch, and set off.

[RazorClaw]

 Must... stay... awake... drive the warm out... so warm... so warm... must not... fall... cold... must... prevail... RazorClaw passed out, mentally cursing the warlord's skill with a bow.

[Deathclaw]

 Silently and swiftly, the fallen beast was tied while two groups of two went to find the meeting spoken of by Razorclaw and observe it.