
Sun Stone Care Home
Seeing as though the window would be their only escape route, Vergil quickly grabbed the Vessel, and fell backwards out of the closed window; glass shattering everywhere, and him taking the brunt of the fall damage. They landed with an almighty thud, the Vessel still clutched within his arms. The Vessel, sounding very much out of fear, asked if he was okay. Despite the rather soft landing, all he could do was breathe for the moment, which seemed to reassure her.
For a while, everything was in darkness, whilst he could hear the sound of something crashing to the ground, and voices talking, they were hard to determine their origin. So for the mean time, he simply lay asleep, and perchance to dream, if dreams were available to him.
Some Time Later... Champions of the Tempest Camp
An unknown length of time later, Vergil slowly began to regain his senses and awake. First was sight, albeit bleary from slumber; after a few minutes though, everything came back into focus. His head felt like a melon about to split, but that does tend to happen when you fall out of a window several levels up, and survive to tell the tale.
He soon took stock of his surroundings, from what he could gather, he was in some kind of camp, and was in a tent laying down on a bed roll. Off to his left, he could see one of his pistols and the grappling hook on a bench next to him. Finally, after regaining his mind, he began to spoke.
"Ow, my head, can someone tell me why I threw myself out of a three story window?" He asked to no one, as if he forgotten, then his memory came back, and a smile along with it.
"Of course, for her." Vergil then chuckled briefly, attracting the attention of a passer by who began ordering someone out of his line of sight.
"You there! Go get the woman that this gentlemen came in with, she'll probably be surprised and overjoyed to see him awake." The man called out, the second individual then running off. The first one then turned back to face Vergil.
"Don't worry sir, everything is alright."
"Ungh. Thank you." Was all that Vergil could manage, before he sat up.