The rogue shrugs, spits a black stream, and growls, "Fine, any o' you lasses are welcome ta keep me company back at tha' tavern an inn. Come on sis, coin ain't jus' gonna start fallen from tha sky. Let's find us some pincher ta' roll."
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From behind, you can here Shiv grumble to himself, "I got this..." There is a twang followed by a whistling sound as a crossbow bolt narrowly misses clipping your ear and embeds itself into the Tower Girl.
The rogue slashes at the Tower Girl between Galyna and him.
The rogue hisses over his shoulder through clenched teeth at Galyna, "This is yer fault." The rogue falls on top of his rat opponent, driving his blade through it, before succumbing to his own wounds...
Cursing, the bloodied rogue stabs the rat that just bit him.
The rogue slashes at one of the rats surrounding him.
Shiv positions himself back-to-back with Galyna to avoid them getting flanked.
Hoping to catch the women still in their bedclothes or disarmed, Shiv opens the door and rushes in, "Salt, gonna need ya."
With a wicked smile Shiv whispers, "Let's take out tha sleepin' ones first 'fore we go creatin' a racket an wakin' 'em up." He begins to move quietly toward the dormitory and indicates, with a wave, that the others should do the same.
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Shiv chuckles at Salt's comment, "Yeah sis, no benders on our coin like last time..."
"This coin just made this trip worth it. Still not sure why the lasses left it layin' 'round but not complainin' neither." He hands the bagged up loot to whomever wishes to carry it, "Let's move on."
Shiv whistles, "Seems these lasses jus' like ta leave loot layin' 'round not doin' anyone a lick a good. Well, more fer us then."
The rogue gives the entire side passage a skeptical look, "This seemin' outta place ta any a ya? Yah, that's what I was thinkin' too."
Advancing stealthily with Salt, Shiv keeps an eye out for anymore traps.
Conversation with Salt: Shiv chuckles, "Eh, let tha lasses have their fun. We're gonna be rich and not have ta lift a finger. Sides' they likely ta git all crabby if'n we up and start slittin' throats. Tho I gotta say we best at least end that rat wench fer good. Let's not let em git soft on that." Despite his words, from the rogues tone and demeanor, Salt can surmise that Shiv is not liking the gabbing any more than he is and would back him up should he start demanding we get moving.
Shiv gives a broad smile and spits, "Nice job lasses...they barely had time ta twitch. For that matter, so did I." He is quick to disarm and start binding the slumbering one.
Continue forward carefully, giving area once over for traps and secret doors...
The rogue spots the tripwire a mile off before smirking, "Amateurs..." He holds up a hand to halt everyone as he kneels to carefully remove the wire from the anchoring opposite wall and re-anchor it on the same wall it originates from, careful to keep the same tension on it the entire time. "Could just step o'er it but if I left it alone y'all probably blunder through it anyways." After finishing he inspects and listens at the door before opening it.
As his sister points out some crushed bones that he had missed, "Eh? Hmmmm, yeah, looks like tha lasses that took up here met some dead that took exception ta tha intrusion. Tha lasses broke em up good. Let's keep movin'."
"Looks like they looted this place already." He does a quick once over of the niches and hall for secret passages or compartments.
Most likely finding nothing he leads on past the debris.
Dropping silently down into a crouch the rogue scans the area before signalling for the others to follow. Taking back his ring once everyone has arrived Shiv begins to lead them further down the hall.
The rogue spits out some black chew, just to watch it fall, as people cross to the platform. Once a couple are across he grunts his satisfaction and hauls himself back through the trapdoor. While lighting a hooded lantern he comments to those below him, "Dark up here, gonna scout some. Follow er not, as ya like."
The rogue reappears and signals that the others should cross, "Watch yer steps 'cause it's a long ways down. I think if ya fell yah'd pretty much decorate tha whole landin' down there." He fastens his second story harness to the hook in the ceiling before taking a length of rope and slipping something from his finger onto it and knotting the end. He tosses the knotted end of the rope to everyone on the landing, "Salt, ya best use that cause yer wearin' all that metal. It's like to weigh ya down. Not sure how sturdy their lil rope bridge is gonna be fer a big fella like yerself." Their on the end of the rope is his Ring of Featherfall for any who wish to make use of it. El suddenly comes to the realization he was never in any danger...
Looking for some way to continue off the platform he quickly takes note of something on the ceiling, "Eh, what's this? Looks like a bolt hole in tha ceilin'" He pulls himself up to listen for anybody setting up an ambush on the other side. He makes a sign to stay put and be quiet to the others as he lifts himself.
Shiv looks down and then out to the platform, "Heh, cute." He fearlessly grabs a hold of the ropes running along the ceiling before stepping out onto the western ledge ropes. His overconfidence is plain as he shimmies carelessly across, even once faking losing his grip as a joke...
The rogue bundles up the unclaimed gear and leans close to Uraisa in an attempt to ease her mind, "Don' think they'll be too much trouble without this...well 'cept the rat one...She'll be gnawin' through those bindin's and skulkin' through the shadows soon as we got ours backs turned."
Finishing the haunch the rogue pops open a potion bottle to wash it down, "Ahh, that hit tha spot. Do what ya need ta do. Sounds like we're done here." He stands while wiping his hands on his coat, "I'm ready ta git movin'."
Shiv shrugs at Miet, "No need ta git all worked up lil lass. If'n what she says is true and she can't spread it...than I got no beef. Sounds like we need ta do fer this Ayala though. Just keep this lots gear and put 'em on a boat with tha promise if'n we see 'em again we won't be so kind next time." He looks to the wererat and tears off a chunk of rat with his teeth before speaking again, "'Sides, I'm thinkin' no 'mount o' ropes like ta hold her still fer long."
Lowering the rat haunch from his grease covered chin, "They as like ta filch our boats while we ain't lookin', leavin' us stranded. 'Sides, you gonna let tha diseased one live ta spread her plague? Other 'un tried ta take a bite out a me. Put tha sick one down merciful like 'fore others end up like her." After saying this he pauses thoughtful and directs a question at the Tower Girls, "Come ta think o' it. How you lasses get out here and back anyways?"
After looting each of their captives Shiv will give each of the rooms a once over, including the campsite and bedrolls. He settles down to tear off a well cooked thigh of a donkey rat while the others try an pry info out of their captives. Grease running down his chin, "Hey Salt, you want a slab o' rat?"
Shiv glances down at the shallow wound left by the wererat's blade with annoyance before going to the two unexplored passages leading further in and carefully listening for signs of alarm.
The rogue moves to keep the wererat between himself and his sister before slashing out.
The slippery rogue spins around his opponent, "Someone wit' somethin' silver git over here and stick this thing!"
The rogue reacts swiftly to the new enemies and he growls out to Salt beside him, "Let's gut 'em Salt 'fore they bristle us."
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