[ though he can't be sure, archer simply gives a slight nod. it's been some time until he last ran into a group of guards - the royal guard weren't as much an issue here as the other refugees who had decided the price on his head was too good to turn down. he'd miscalculated; though he's always recognized that the others could become his foes one day, he hadn't expected it to come so soon. ]

No... not at the moment. But that won't last. They're still looking for me.

[ he grimaces a bit, slumping against a wall to the side. though his injuries aren't entirely obvious, the blood hidden slightly by his red cloak, there are definitely at least one or two bullet holes.

his pursuers really haven't held back; they don't really seem to care whether they take the fugitives in dead or alive. ]

I hate to admit it, but I haven't handled this situation very well.