What do I care about one thief among a city of thieves? Do-waya thinks, as he eats in silence. Still, I'm told that this Gaedren Lamm is the net through which my destiny must swim or be caught.
"We are not a team. Only Balian has similar training to my own. The rest of us are nothing alike. It's really very simple. This is going to be a solo operation, a pairing or a mob no matter how you work it, so if you want a chance at your pound of flesh, come on."
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"And just because your own ego - Imma super soldier - You are going to throw you life away? And then they say I am the heated one." she will laugh then loud."Thanks ma'am for the information. Let me go with that fool. To keep him out of harm way, or to watch him throw his life away." Catcher get up and go with the Marine.
And here I was hoping he was the mature one.
Balian rolls back into his chair than forward onto his feet. He lets Catcher go through the door before him, then turns to Jarl.
So, I guess we're off. Coming?
"Пристрасть скасовує більше чоловіків, ніж пити або війни."
"Yes,let us see this building on the docks, and try to learn what we can of Lamm's small army before throwing ourselves on their blades."
Marada sighs and rises from the table. Giving a nod of farewell to Zellara, she joins the others in leaving the house.
Trotting to catch up with Jakthion, she matches his pace and looking up says "You can't think Lamm is undefended, do you? Working together will only increase our chance of confronting him successfully. "
Glancing back at the others following, "Each of us brings different skills to the test, surely your "training" allows for that."
Jakthion glances at the woman, "We're not spending weeks or months learning to become a team before we go after Lamm. In a couple of days he'll be on to the fact that someone is sniffing after him. Then he might disappear again. He is not going to get away."
Hurrying alongside the mercenary, Marada glares up at him out of the corner of her eye " I've been trying to track Lamm down for some time now. I'll not let this opportunity be spoiled by you running in , pistol blazing, alone. We've all a stake in this, we work together, or Lamm will surely get away. "
Do-Waya, follows, but not before stopping at the table, and stuffing his pockets with some rolls and pastries.
"Who's alone? I did invite all of you to come along."
"It seems several people in this group are alone. Having other people physically present does nothing to change such willful personal isolation."
You can talk all about it in an hour or two.
Eventually, you all reach West pier 17, where Lamm's fishery is located. It's after dark now, and the streets are considerably quieter than they were before.
Ruefully, Do-waya puts away his comestibles, wrapping them in one of the cleaner clothes he has. Sitting down on the dock, he begins taking off his boots.
"Well, as a group we are quite a sight. Especially as empty as the streets are. Try to go around and avoid notice as best possible, looking for a side window or back door, maybe? Or were you planning on walking up to the front door and knocking?"
There has to be water-door, where the day's catch would be off-loaded from the fishing boats. That door is not watched, I'll venture.
There is a front door, which will undoubtedly be locked, a rickety wooden path about ten feet wide running along the right hand side of the building - and over the sea water - and what looks like an extension attached to the left hand side of the building. The smell of fish is pretty strong.
Marada gazes at the building, noting the front door. "An interesting suggestion, where would a water door be located...I only see the front door."
The water door would be on the seaward side,, Do-waya ties the laces of his boots together, and drapes them over his shoulders like a clumsy shawl. Who here can swim?
"That rickety walkway is likely trapped. If we decide on the front door, I brought along my size eleven lockpick."
If you can swim Balian motions to D-Waya Maybe you should just swim out and see from the water if the door is there.
"We're on a functioning dock. There's got to be a rowboat or launch close at hand."
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"Do whatever you want, just don't go near that water!" says Cather in a hurried manner. "There is movement inside the water, and it must be something big for me to notice from here." after some moments she continues "There is a open door in the wooden extension on the left side of the building, fish stench comes from there, I think, and a door a good twenty feet down the rickety ledge, but the beams that hold the ledge seens pretty weak. It might break if someone bigger than a child climb into it. And falling from there, you may fall in the water. And again, just to be sure you heard. There's movement in the water."
Intrigued, Do-Waya lays down on the dock, to stare intently over the water around the fishery.
Curious of Catcher's words, Jak looks down into the water, "What is it?"
The moon is full, but it's cloudy.
At Jarl's suggestion, Marada casts about the shore looking for a row boat.
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Is it like anything I've encountered or been told of before?
Uuggh. Well its obvious I'm completely baffled.
I believe its a sand-bar, Do-Waya says, straightening up, however there is a note of insincerity in his voice.
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"We will stay here all day and do nothing if it up to all of you." she says.
If there is any way to go to the open door, with the fish stench, without go near the water, I'll do that. Otherwise, She'll also go to the same door, but being extremely careful with whatever is in the water and ready to defend herself should the need arise.
Balian shrugs and follows Catcher, shield ready to swat any sharks or lizard men or aboleths.
"In a hurry to work your way into a restricted space that you know has people with hostile intent defending it, but you don't know anything about how many, how prepared, or how capable, and you're surprised not everyone is eager to charge in?"
"Of the options before us, and the activity in the water, the side door on the right looks the least risky."
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Maybe we should go to the other one. The open that stinks. Anyway, wait me here, let-me check if there's anything there. Catcher will try to check the door and see if it's beeing watched.
Skill: 82 (+20% bonus from double time)
Skill: 66 (+20% bonus from double time)
If nothing happens to her she will return to the others.
There's nothing there as far as I can see. It should be safe for us to enter.
Then how about we enter? Every second we waste out here is another one Lamm has to do gods-know-what
"Agreed. Let's get in there."
Ruefully, Do-Waya begins putting his boots back on.
"One of you gentlemen with the pointy things planning on going first?" Jarl asks as he pulls out . . . a sling.
"The young lady asked us to await her here. Perhaps she is putting her nefarious skills to work?"