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[Velle]

Westridge Inn. Not a place known for being a gathering of lawful men, despite it's history of being a king's first choice for an inn inside this city half a centuary ago.
In a corner table not secluded from others.

Arcadia shrugged as the man kept questioning her. The sly smile on her face never quite leaving despite the tension the interrogator assumed he put on her.
»You've got some nerve going against him, little miss firetongue. Your inability to cooperate will not be well recieved with my superior.«
Arcadia quietly rolled her eyes. Nikodemos frowned, closing in as he leaned towards her.
»Well? Still not speaking? Afraid?« Perhaps Nikodemos was just not the right man for the job.

The woman swayed on her feet gracefully, her lofty clothes moving after her.
» 'No' «
Her voice was soft and smooth and her expression unchanged, still sporting that oh too vile smirk.
Finally she spoke some more, if only to get Nikodemos off her hind. »You're looking for just some whelp from the gutter. Why.«
»Not just some whelp. Apollonia's spawn,« Nikodemos corrected.

»That terrible woman.« Arcadia's face wetnt coy, caressing her auburn hair behind her pointed ear.

 

[Rowe Collwood]

Normally, he left such things to underlings. Common street crime was a bit below him nowadays, or at least so he proclaimed. Every once in a while, however, he had the itch to knock the rust and dust off and get his hands dirty. Today, he'd had such an itch and decided to give it a little scratch.

He was tucked away in shadow, perched silently on a rooftop across the inn. His men lay in wait on the street below waiting for their part in the plan. They each knew their role, otherwise he'd not have selected then for the task at hand.

The job was simple. Get the target out into the street, deal with any bodyguards, and snatch some foreign noble's brat. Simple and deceivingly easy to an outsider. Rowe knew better the nuances of such a crime.

He tugged a small device from his vest pocket and glanced at the ticking chronometer. Any second now the fire would start and the inn would empty itself. From there, it was their time to shine.

Bellerophon

 

[Velle]

Rowe Collwood

It was silent in the night...untill the glass would flare up in a blink of an eye and the street beneath got illuminated in reds. Whoever was inside rushed outside through the front door, among them the dark elf Nicodemus. Whoever was on stage began hauling buckets of water to extinguish the flame. It was absolute chaos.

From somewhere at the back, Arcadia was able to sneak off from a top floor after a good while, dragging Bellerophon with her. Though as much as she wanted to sneak away, there was always something or someone better at your own game.