The kobold rogue known only as Tervor the Destroyer strode confidently into the office of his shady Thieves' Guild contact. The innkeeper and sometime crook seemed somewhat surprised to see him.
"What can i do for you, Tervor?" Sabin inquired.
"This job that i'm working on for you...is there another thief or group of thieves working on the same assignment?"
Sabin paused. "Not as far as i know. Why do you ask?"
"I was ambushed last night," Tervor explained. "A group of thugs...four of them...they appeared to have a great deal of specific knowledge related to my quest. They all had Thieves' Guild tattoos."
"Well," Sabin offered, "i can investigate this matter for you. Can you give me a description of these men?"
The kobold proceeded to describe the leader of the culprits, and was sure to include the tidbit about how he'd previously seen this man in Sabin's establishment.
"Your description matches a few different men that..."
"Well," Tervor broke in. "Maybe this will help." Tervor reached into his Bag of Holding and extracted a bloody severed head, which he plopped nonchalantly onto Sabin's desk, as though it were anything less disturbing.
Sabin stared at it for a moment. Cautiously, he proceeded: "I...am familiar with this man. I don't know him, exactly, but i have seen him before. I will find out who he is and why he was following you."
"Excellent!" Tervor exclaimed, turning to walk out of the office. "I'll check back with you tomorrow, or you can send word to my room at the Salty Oyster." He motioned toward Sabin's new paperweight. "You can keep that."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment