To think these people had been living in the sewers this whole time. Logan expected there was an operation headquarters somewhere in Industrial. But he would never have guessed the sewers. Mainly because the sewers were known to be so polluted, they caused illness and disease. Perhaps it was just legend. Or perhaps Page and her men had found an uncontaminated area in those deep tunnels. That was something else completely to ponder. Page was a fascinating woman. But she certainly was difficult. She was stubborn and unwilling to pass her leadership. Eleanor didn't expect Page's men to obey her word. But she expected Page to listen and consider her commands. Page needed her as much as she needed Page.

"Thinking hard, are we?" Walter said at the top of the stairs.

Eleanor looked up with a smile. "Hardly thinking, more or less."

"So, what do you think of Page?"

She looked up to the sky; expecting an answer to come to her. She didn't know her well enough to say. "She is… problematic. Stubborn. And maybe a little crazy. But we need those attributes."

"Well said," Walter agreed. He began to walk across the bridge. "They are the heart of our revelation."

"It is clear they will make good allies. But are they trustworthy? And what happens after I gain the throne?"

Walter was silent beside her. They continued to make their way into the market.

"Regardless," Eleanor thought aloud. "I have other allies who have proven worthy. Even if Page doesn't work out, they will do."

"Speaking of which," Walter said as they rounded the corner, "there is something you need to see."

Eleanor turned to look to her mentor. He smiled playful at her. Without saying a word, she smiled back. She trusted his word, no matter he said. She would not find out until she arrived at the Cock in the Crown. Upon opening the doors, there was a giant cheer. Still dressed in uniform and slightly washed up, the soldiers from Mourningwood Fort crowded the pub.

"There's Walter! Come 'ave a drink, ole boy!" someone shouted. Eleanor wasn't really sure who. Everyone was yelling.

Of course, the bar maids weren't pleased with the soldiers' outbursts. But they weren't going to say anything because they were buying a good amount of ale. Judging by the smiles on their red faces, Eleanor had some catching up to do. The two did not hesitate to sit amongst their peers. Before they knew it, they had their own pints at hand and were toasting to a new alliance.

"This is what you wanted to show me," Eleanor whispered to Walter.

"If you're seeing what I intended you to see, then yes!" he teased.

"I'm not sure I'm getting the whole image. What am I missing?"

Walter sighed. "Appreciation. Unity. Companionship."

A warm smile grew upon her face. She was too humble to admit she was the reason for their happiness. Since she had arrived through those doors, the men were constantly pulling at her. A slap on the back, a touch of the hand, a welcoming hug… it was obvious. They even offered to pay for her drinks. She was the center of attention. Yet… she knew very little of these men. They knew nothing of her. They trusted her with their lives. And as she let her eyes glide across these familiar faces, she could not recall most of their names. She was bad with names. Except for one. That one stood out above all else.

"Good evening, Captain Finn."

"Can I buy you a drink?" he grinned.

"Someone has beaten you to it," she smiled. "But don't worry, there will be more to come."

He took a seat next to her. "Oh?"

Eleanor wasn't actually a fan of liquor. But based upon her first experience in Brightwall, she knew it would be sometime and some drinks before she could feel a thing. Walter informed her that being a Hero, she inherited the high tolerance of alcohol. More than likely from her mother. But she did not know Ben, nor any of the other men, knew not of her gift. She would let them find out for themselves.

"I take it your visit with Page was successful?" Ben asked curiously.

"She's coming around," Eleanor sighed.

Page wasn't something she wanted to talk about. It was the least of her worries. "And what of your visit? You spoke with her recently."

He laughed. "She wouldn't even let me in the room with Swift. She doesn't trust me."

"She doesn't even trust Swift," Walter snorted.

"She doesn't trust anybody," Eleanor corrected.

"Bah," Walter said after taking a large swig from his mug. "Enough talk of this nonsense. This is a celebration of sorts. Let's talk about something else."

Eleanor began to drift into the background of the occasion, only enjoying the company of those that surrounded her. She spoke when spoken to. She listened intently to stories being told. She laughed at jokes and happily took a pint when offered to her. For the most part, she was content just watching the happiness around her. It wasn't until several drinks later she began to speak out of turn, interrupting stories to ask questions. She told her own jokes. She even bought a round of drinks for all the men. Her head began to buzz and her cheeks grew warm and fuzzy from the ale. And she wasn't sure if it was that or if it was really true that she had managed to find a place to fit in since she left Brightwall.

"They really are an outstanding bunch," she told Walter, leaning into him and touching shoulders.

"The secret is," Walter leaned back, "they are ordinary men, Eleanor. Honest, good, and hardworking men. It's hard to find now these days."

Words were swimming through her head with how to respond. Looking to the men around her for some sort inspiration, she instead ended up observing them once again. She felt comfortable, safe, and even confident. Although, it very well could have been the booze sweetening her up. Straight ahead, the man they called captain became a point of interest to her. Without realizing it, she stared blankly at him. He sat in his chair; his feet kicked up on the table and he spoke sweetly to the barmaid filling his drink. There was a sarcastic expression on his face, though she was certain that was the expression he always held. The woman responded with a mocking smile and walked away, apparently not amused at all by what Finn had said. A soldier to his right nudged his arm and the two began conversing ending with a confused shrug by Ben. As he went to take a drink, he caught the gaze of Elle, still intently watching him. He raised his mug as if to toast with her from across the table. With an innocent smile, she raised hers in response. The two took a drink and looked away to refrain from further awkwardness.

"One of the finest in the bunch," Walter grumbled to her. "But trouble seems to find him wherever he goes. Swift speaks highly of him, nonetheless. Says a bit of rabble keeps him sturdy and fit for battle. Doesn't stop him from not bailing the lad out from behind bars from time to time, though."

"Walter, I-"

"I was only suggesting you should keep an eye on him. Keep him busy."

A small sliver of shame and embarrassment briefly passed over Eleanor's face. She had decided it was better for her not to say anything more about it at all to keep herself from looking like a fool. Walter was most certainly not blind. He was bright and good with choosing his words. But he was bitterly honest.

"I'll make sure he gets there," Eleanor reassured him.

"The Resistance set up a small ward in their headquarters. It isn't much. But Page sympathizes with these men."

"She doesn't trust them, but she's willing to allow them into her base?" Eleanor retorted, a bit disgusted at the double standard Page had set.

"Don't get me wrong, I agree with you. But Page just needs time. And believe it or not, she helps those who have been wronged by Logan. She always has. Speaking of which," he stretched his arms above his head, "I have a busy day tomorrow. I'll need to figure out a way for you to impress the Resistance."

"Off to bed then?" she asked, watching him get up slowly from his seat.

"An old man needs his rest."

Eleanor ran her hands through her hair. She had been waiting patiently outside the pub for her "escort". He had mentioned using the bathroom only moments before, so she assumed he had been doing just that. But as he stumbled through the door, Elle began to wonder otherwise.

"You had another drink, didn't you?"

Grinning sheepishly, Ben nodded. "I thought you were behind me. Honest!"

Her hands gripped her hips and swayed her stance in irritation. It was hard to believe him with a face like that. A smile that never ceased. A joke always being played. A good secret he cannot tell. Who knew what was on his mind with a smile like that?

"I just hope you can walk like that."

With a wave of his hand, he brushed her away. He began to walk down the street, perfectly capable of holding himself up. Eleanor sighed as she began to follow behind him. So much for an escort. But she knew perfectly well she couldn't leave him alone. He would turn right around and head back to the pub. She had specific orders to make sure Ben was at headquarters before morning. She promised Walter, after all, he would get into no trouble under her watch.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him stumbled. A giggle slipped from her mouth, and Ben turned to glare at her.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled beneath another girlish giggle.

"What's so funny?" he demanded.

"Well… you're stumbling."

"No I'm not," he said quite seriously.

Eleanor narrowed her eyes as she examined his face. "I believe I saw otherwise, sir."

He crossed his arms. "I think I would know if I was stumbling."

"You wouldn't know if you had fallen on the ground, Captain," she chuckled.

Ben couldn't help but smile. "Well, maybe if I had a little help, I wouldn't be tripping over my own feet."

"So you can trip on mine? No thank you," she smirked.

"Oh, come on," he said, throwing an arm around her shoulder.

She placed an arm around his lower back. But only to prevent him from toppling onto her. Irritated and still slightly drunk, Eleanor began to make her way back to the Bowerstone Resistance. Ben was still muttering some pirate song, laughing every now and so often of the memories it brought back.

"Have you ever been on the ocean?" he grumbled.

"I can't say that I have," she answered.

"You haven't? Well that's a shame. It's a beautiful thing, the ocean. All the water and sky. It's like there's nothing else."

She let him ramble on about fantastic sailing was and how the sea was the only place he called home. It was difficult to ignore him as his form of narrating his tales was quite interesting. But she found herself drifting off, wondering about her own adventures. How she could not wait to get this fool to bed. Apparently, he could wait. He took his sweet time, walking slowly beside her. In fact, he had come to a completely stop at one point.

"Do you see that?" he said.

"See what?"

"It's... well bloody hell, it's me!"

Eleanor let go of her hold on him. She watched as he made his way over the wall down an alleyway. Hesitant at first, she set aside her doubts and followed him. The post was, in fact, of him. "Ben Finn. Wanted for: Treason." She gasped. Ben was laughing hysterically beside her. It slowly soon started to fade as she looked around the rest of the wall. There was Walter. Swift. Page. But there was no poster for her.

"I'm sorry, Elle. I guess you got left out."

He hadn't fully grasped the seriousness of the situation. Eleanor just stared.

"I'd hang up a poster of you," Ben winked, nudging her on the arm.

"Ben, please. We have to tell the others."

"Alright, alright," he sighed. "Quit fooling around, then. Back to the sewers we go."

Ben headed off toward the main street. Eleanor soon followed, giving one last glance back at the wall of wanted posters.