"I've heard better excuses." the leader replies and nods to his group.
Three thugs close in and try to punch Logan. One of them lands a painful blow in the kidneys.
Saul finds a Chelish Citizens group of his own a quarter mile down from where Logan is. This one is busy mostly with itself, joking and walking down the road.
Logan knocks the guy out cold. But the other three won't let him get away with that. Or at least they try.
Logan knocks another guy out. Which leaves the other two with the strong impression, that this was a bad idea. They decide to run instead of continuing to fight. Down the road and into a more public area again.
Lucky Saul isn't detected following them around.
Fhingle eventaully makes his way to find Saul and Logan, seeing the men at Logan's feet Fhingle looks up.
"Wow you didn't even need us."
After an hour of walking around, Saul learns that the Chelish Citizen Group are rather low on the food chain. They are the big guys as long a no dottari are around. They are tolerated, but if a dottari patrol comes along, it's no big hello, but simply pass or take the other alley.
They end their day someplace in Old Kintargo where they split two and two. Following one pair, Saul finds where the first one lives and the other one moves a block further and then also disappears in a flat.
Cassius joins Saul. "What'd I miss?"
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After waiting in the hideout for a few hours, Logan begins to get restless. Where is everyone?
It's only then that he remembers they were supposed to meet back at Zea's. Now they're probably wondering what happened to me
Logan leaves the loot in the hideout, except for the medallion. He makes sure to take that with him.
Thankfully, it's still before curfew. He makes a quick stop to purchase a cloak, making sure the hood would obscure his face. Can't have those two thugs recognizing me
As he walks through the city, he passes the ally where he fought the thugs. The two he took out are still there, unconscious. He stops to admire his handiwork, when Fhingle turns the corner.
"I can hold my own in a fight. It helps that these glass jaws here had...glass..jaws. Anyway, two more ran away. That means they know what I look like and can tell others. Hence the cloak and hood.
Come on. It's getting late. We've got to make it to Zea's before curfew. Saul's probably waiting and getting worried."
The two make it back to Zea's apartment. Saul and Cassius are there already. Logan takes off his hood.
"I got one." He announces triumphantly and slaps the medallion on the table. He relates the tale of his encounter with the thugs, focusing a lot on the fight, especially the part where he took two of them out with as many punches.
"Well you will have to teach me some of your techniques sometime so I can defend myself better." Fhingle says then follow Logan to Zea's apartment.
"DO we need more than one pendant or do we think that will be enough for us to get in and cause some issues?"
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"Huh... Well, that wasn't exactly the plan, Logan... But it worked out in the end." He looks at Logan's face for signs of bruising, figuring that he is lying about the whole escapade, but is surprised to see Logan hale and healthy.
"We need a better plan than running in and killing everyone. We did not do so well at the Saltworks... running about like we were chickens with our heads cut off. You, Little Mac, keep going all crazy and spouting off some weird language whenever you get scared. If it happens again, keep your wits about you. Heal us if you can, damage them if you can't. If you see us advancing, or leaving, follow. Honestly you don't really need to understand what we are saying in battle. Just pay attention to our body language."
Fhingle looks down a bit sad, "Sorry I am not really sure what comes over me, I cannot understand you and I guess you don't know what I am saying?"
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"Don't sweat it, Little Mac. Just be ready for it. Don't panic, and continue to fight through it. We all know it is going to happen, so we don't need to be scared."
"Don't think so, Logan. This isn't the base of the Chelish Citizen Group. Remember, we are going to leave the amulet there so that it will cause trouble between the Red Jills and the Chelish thugs. Just like the Saltworks, maybe we head there after dark and scope the place out from the shadows before making a move."
"My pleasure. So what are we thinking? Staying in species is best, gender too. Little Mac, I could maybe switch between halfling and gnome. We wanna look Asmodean?"
"I can pretend to be a slave, that is easier than trying to transform me." Fhingle says turning to Zea "Do you have any childrens clothing that I could have to ruin a bit and make me look more slavish? Someone will have to carry my weapons but I might be able to wear my armor underneath."
Zea quickly searches through a wardrobe and produces something Fhingle's size. But you got the impression, even for a slave you'd need to do some sewing first, rather than tearing to make it look realistic.
"Both good ideas, though I feel tonight we should use a one-off disguise. Don't want to get a reputation for diabolism so early on. So, hmmm." He takes out his disguise kit.
"Darken the hair, the eyes ...makes you look tired. Rip the clothes a bit, dirt, blacken some teeth."
"More beard, here, try this one. And switch shirts with me."
"Love the Jackdaw thing. I'm brainstorming on how to pull that off. Here, use this wig. And keep the amulet prominent."
And here is an old standby that has gotten me out of some tight spots." He slicks his hair back, adds a monocle, and affects a limp.
Fhingle is shocked and amazed all at once as Cassius goes to work, after his time helping Fhingle, the dress and attire make him feel a bit sad as it reminds him so much only a few weeks ago.
"Thank you for your work."
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Saul checks himself over again, and looks at the others. They are ready. It is well after midnight, and he knows the the patrols are out.
"Let's go. Quiet... only speak is whispers, and only if you have to. Let's make our way over to Temple Hill and camp out the exterior for an hour or so. Look for guards, and doors."
Sitting outside the former church of Aroden and the neighbouring former orphanage hiding in some bushes on temple hill you see - nothing. For it is dark. And no light shines in those two buildings. This might have to do with the fact that the members of the Red Jills are tieflings who can see in the dark. Or they are all asleep. The only thing you notice as the clouds give way for some moonlight, is a ladder, that acts as a passage between the roofs of the two buildings.
You see two Asmodean clerics patrol over the temple hill once, but they don't come past again in that hour.
Fhingle looks around at what is going on a bit lost in the Long legs thoughts on what to do.
"How do I fit into all this?"
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"Remember Fhingle. Keep us alive, swing your weapon when you can, and if you stop understanding us, just refer back to number one and two."
"Now or never? Let's walk up to the front door."
Trusting in their disguises to hide their true intentions, Saul walks up to the front door. Of course, keeping an eye out for the Dottari.
Fhingle follows Saul acting like the slave he used to be.,
The door is barricaded from the inside with a bar or something.
Fhingle points upwards as someone moves across the ladder.
You hear the flapping of large wings, but you see nothing yet.