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"Well, at least I won't be the only one stumbling around," she said with a grin. "And no, I can't say that I did. But I've definitely discovered new appreciation for the art of getting out of the way of sharp things travelling my way."
Anyssa looks around. "Let me guess," she said wryly, "I'm the only here who can't see in the dark, aren't I?"
"Yeah, getting out of here is a good idea. I don't fancy dying today," she says, wincing a bit.
Anyssa keeps her starknives in hand as she tried to hide.
Anyssa shrugs. "I'm not the sneakiest, but I'm not horrible at it either. I'll go with whichever group you all think is best. I don't mind either way."
"Although, what I whispered to the cleric there at the end, left a bad taste in my mouth. I'll have to atone to Corellon for going along with that Hextor brute, that his deity is better then mine.""Well, at least you didn't have to act like you just came out of the Shire. Now I feel dirty." "You get used to it. Acting like less than what you are, I mean. It's not like you don't know the truth. It's just an act." She shrugged. "It's what I've been doing every day for years."
Anyssa stands waiting, a blank expression on her face, as if she were too stupid to have any other. She trips over her own feet a bit but manages to right herself without too much disruption.
"I would and gladly. But I only have seven gold total left of my own money."
"Okay, well I have six gold." She'll hand over the money since he seems to know what arrangements and such to make and she hasn't the faintest clue about livestock.
Anyssa, I'll go half with you if you want to get a mule and packsaddle, The mule would be a total of 8 gp and the packsaddle another 5. Feed for him would be cheap, but a bit weighty, 5cp/day and 10 lbs. "I would and gladly. But I only have seven gold total left of my own money."
Anyssa purchases some more rations and a bedroll. The extra weight in her pack causes her to grimace and agree that a packhorse or donkey or something might be a really good idea.
Anyssa can be a very clumsy servant. With her slight figure and oversized clothes she looks more like a young boy than a girl, so servant is probably her most believable role.
"I've never been on a boat before. All in all I think I'd rather stay on familiar footing just now, and that means on dry land. Wouldn't want to get trapped on a boat with cultists."
Anyssa stumbles and weaves her way into the back room and sits quietly while Eland does the talking.
"Woops!" Anyssa says, 'tripping' over a loose cobblestone and bumping into Eland, interrupting his song. "How clumsy of me."
"Sounds good to me. Er, is anybody staying here? Because we really shouldn't leave that sword just laying around unattended," she says, glancing over at Selenial.
"Am I the only one here who doesn't hear voices in their head?"
Anyssa raises an eyebrow. "You've got somebody telling you that you're destined to be a hero? Me, I'm usually being told that I'm destined to end badly," she adds with a self-depracating smirk.
"So what are we supposed to do now?"
"So is somebody going to read the letter at least? Maybe that will give us some idea what some of this stuff is."
Anyssa laid down on the floor, too exhausted to care how hard it was. She was almost awake enough to envy the half-orc for having a bedroll, but not quite. After tonight the cheap boardinghouse she'd been living in looked like the lap of luxury. She was fast asleep before she even had time to think about anything else.
"Thanks, Damandor. I appreciate it." To the others, "Retrieve the chest in the morning? Cause I just don't know if I'm up to it tonight."
Burn the place then? Good. That should help in some disctraction. Possibly we could dress as servants or split up into smaller groups to evade the authorities? Anyssa nods. "Dressing as servants is a good idea. Nothing says I'm out to cause trouble like walking around in bloodstained clothes," she says with a grimace, pointing out her own slashed and bloodstained shirt.
"I second that," Anyssa says with a shudder. "The sooner we leave here the better."
Anyssa turns her back to the carnage in front of her and breathes the scent of the willow bark as instructed.
Anyssa has gone pale and looks like she's going to vomit. "Wha - Yeah, we should leave," she agrees, her eyes glued to the grisly scene.
"Great idea. You work on that. Anybody got any acid? We could use that to burn out the lock. Or the hinges. Good thinking on that one Flint."
"I'd complain about his paranoia if it wasn't so obviously justified. We got any way of getting through that door?"
"Let's just find out what's on the top floor and then worry about the rest of it. I think we've done enough killing for one night. And I'm sorry that it went so far as it did with Lyl and her group. Other than their leader, the rest of them were just doing their jobs same as us. And we're not butchers. Not like whoever came in here and did this to these poor people in their beds."
While her wound was still not fully healed, it had at least stopped bleeding. Other than being a bit sore, she was fine now.
Anyssa presses a hand against her stomach trying to slow the bleeding. It was a shallow cut, and she was sure she'd be alright given time, but it still hurt like the dickens and her shirt was a mess. Her other hand, still clutching a starknife, she pointed at the burglar who surrendered.
Anyssa hisses with pain. She needs to end this fight, but she's not sure she can. She swings at the burglar.
Anyssa draws her starknives as she runs up the stairs, hurrying towards the nearest burglar.
"Okay. So who's going in?" Anyssa whispers back.
"I'm not the sneakiest, but I can usually deal with threats pretty well. Up to you guys where you want me. I'll go over the wall or stay behind as you like. Of course, on the plus side, I'm probably one of the easiest one of us to actually lift over the wall."
Anyssa shrugs. "Okay, I guess we go straight. Always a good idea to follow the guy who actually knows where he's going."
I just had a brilliant plan, lets go left. Anyssa grins at Grunthor, appreciating a moment of humor in a tense situation.
"We should go left."
"Stop talking and run," Anyssa says, following her own directions. She doesn't fancy a run-in with guards and there's sure to be a better hiding place once they get further in.
Anyssa nods agreement as Eland suggests his plan. It may not be the world's best plan, but it would hopefully work, and they really didn't have time to be worrying about anything elegant. She prepares to go as soon as the guards are distracted.
Anyssa shrugs. "Sure, Ivan. Whatever floats your boat."
Anyssa shrugs. "It seems like a sound enough plan to me. We want to stash the crate in the warehouse next door, or does somebody have a better suggestion?"
"Well, I don't know if I believe in any of this prophecy stuff, but I do agree that we should try to find Antius. I thought it was weird that he asked for me for this job. Like he knows stuff that he shouldn't be able to. I don't know. Anyways, if his house is the best place to start looking then I say we should get to it."
"Okay, I've used up every bit of patience I had already today. And there may have been threats of physical harm at one point if I didn't stop singing," she adds with a wry smile. "So what did you guys find out?"
Anyssa is basically doing whatever the fantasy equivalent of "100 bottles of beer on the wall" is in an attempt to stave off boredom. Quietly of course. She really can't carry a tune :)
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