Garth snorts in response to Galayen’s question.
Yer lookin’ at a grand 50% of the idiots defences right now my fish faced friend. Me n Benny are the only guards and Benny ain’t here. Supposed to be - but I sent him off to the bar with a pouch full of silver ages ago. Better that than put up with him all night. And traps? You need people to install those kinda things, people inside the house where he’s keepin’ a bunch of throughly illegal slaves? Not to mention that they cost money. So no. No traps.
He thinks for a moment.
He’s got a wand of some kind. No idea what it casts, never seen it used. Likes to show off that he has it. Boasts that his rings are enchanted. One must be the control ring for the collars but I couldn’t speak for the other. Suppose he could order the poor bastards to attack you...but state they’re in? Useless for a fight.
Layout of the building’s pretty simple. Ground floor has entryway with stairs up, opens on to the kitchen and lounge areas. Kitchen has the entrance to the basement in it, big stone slab in the floor. Lounge is full of big cushions and mounted animal heads. 1st floor is basically a load of bedrooms. Pretty simple ones. That’s where the poor bastards’ll be sleeping. Fancy spiral staircase leads up to his private chambers. More dead animals and frilly pillows in there. Only real furniture’s a little wooden table, strongbox on that - though what’s in it I couldn’t say.
And yes, those roof tiles really would be worth a pretty pinch of gold...dammit...
He kicks the ground in what appears to be frustration and produces a tube of alchemical solvent from his pocket, tossing it to the Dreaded Obsidian Claw.
Should get them loose without much problem. Was gonna be a nice little retirement package for me... then you come along spouting the old codes and now I’m stuck thinking about things that have no business being in me head. Heh, take it. Breaking the dicks bank’ll probably hurt him more than breaking his back ever would, I’ll earn enough from my report after tonight to keep me happy anyway.
You can get in through the front door, it’s not locked. Doesn’t even have one. Windows are all pretty good entry points too.
He grins.
Darned shame that I’ve suddenly been struck deaf, dumb and blind for the next couple of hours ain’t it?