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Akhmad was silent, as usual, as he approached the new bathhouses of the city of Midas. Slipping inside was not exactly difficult. With no panes or curtains over the windows - for they would only become sodden with the fumes of heat - he had but to climb over its rooftop and swing downwards, his feet sailing through the open gap first, so that he ended up seated on the sill of the open gap. The windows in the play were high, designed to let only the steam from the hot waters escape the building, never low enough that some voyeur might peep at the bathers inside. As such, it was a long drop to the floor that could risk his boots - even wrapped as they were - making a noise on the stone.
Swinging about and hanging from the sill, his fingertips the only thing keeping him from falling, Akhmad steading himself and then dropped. The extra six and a half foot of his body plus arm length removed from his fall would diminish some of the sound he made, but it didn't stop the softest of thud as he hit the marble flooring of one of the bathing rooms.
Pausing, melting into the shadows of the wall, Akhmad waited to see if anyone heard him or came to investigate such a sound. When no-one did, he started to move his way around the interior of the building.
He didn't know how Khanh was expecting to get in. Probably by strolling through the front door, as there had been no guards standing by upon the front gates or entrances. Akhmad, however, preferred the less obvious entry - the less well seen. And even if it wasn't necessary for him to sneak into a building, old habits died hard.
With nothing worth stealing in a bathhouse besides a few night-time hours in the water, there were no servants, slaves or militants appointed to the place after the moon had reached its zenith in the sky. The only other people in the building would be the two guardsmen that Akhmad spied around his next corner, flanking the entryway to the tunnels that he and Khanh had come to explore.
Now was not the time to utilise those tunnels and investigate their heist of the Royal Treasury. But every good thief scoped out their target before they hit it for real.
Despite their brethren in another group of the Sariqas having dug the tunnel, there had been issues over a fire and they were forced to leave the city. Then Nahash had been sent with his group to finish the job. The problem was that, in the meantime, it would appear that the royals had found the tunnel and worked out where it had the potential to lead. Just a few more feet at the opposite end and they would break through in the outer chamber of the royal treasury...
Clearly the head honchos of Colchis had decided that such a fate was not one they wished to occur and posted men on the entryway to the tunnels in order to stop anyone who either knew of, or wished to utilise them. Behind the men, a tapestry had been hung to hide the entrance from sight. Why they hadn't just immediately filled it in, Akhmad wasn't sure, but if there were guards that meant that there was still something to guard; the tunnel was intact. They just had to work out a way to get passed them, down the tunnels and into that first room of the treasury.
And now that they had the key to the inner rooms... All it required was some crawling and climbing, then a little digging, and the rest was a literal walk of ease.
The problem, was going to be getting passed those two guards... Which was what missions like this one were for; to assess issues and weaknesses or obstacles in the plan and address them before any real heist could begin. And as Khanh appeared on the other side of the entryway across from him, Akhmad made a simple enough hand gesture...
What now? he asked, looking towards the one with more authority in these things...
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Akhmad was silent, as usual, as he approached the new bathhouses of the city of Midas. Slipping inside was not exactly difficult. With no panes or curtains over the windows - for they would only become sodden with the fumes of heat - he had but to climb over its rooftop and swing downwards, his feet sailing through the open gap first, so that he ended up seated on the sill of the open gap. The windows in the play were high, designed to let only the steam from the hot waters escape the building, never low enough that some voyeur might peep at the bathers inside. As such, it was a long drop to the floor that could risk his boots - even wrapped as they were - making a noise on the stone.
Swinging about and hanging from the sill, his fingertips the only thing keeping him from falling, Akhmad steading himself and then dropped. The extra six and a half foot of his body plus arm length removed from his fall would diminish some of the sound he made, but it didn't stop the softest of thud as he hit the marble flooring of one of the bathing rooms.
Pausing, melting into the shadows of the wall, Akhmad waited to see if anyone heard him or came to investigate such a sound. When no-one did, he started to move his way around the interior of the building.
He didn't know how Khanh was expecting to get in. Probably by strolling through the front door, as there had been no guards standing by upon the front gates or entrances. Akhmad, however, preferred the less obvious entry - the less well seen. And even if it wasn't necessary for him to sneak into a building, old habits died hard.
With nothing worth stealing in a bathhouse besides a few night-time hours in the water, there were no servants, slaves or militants appointed to the place after the moon had reached its zenith in the sky. The only other people in the building would be the two guardsmen that Akhmad spied around his next corner, flanking the entryway to the tunnels that he and Khanh had come to explore.
Now was not the time to utilise those tunnels and investigate their heist of the Royal Treasury. But every good thief scoped out their target before they hit it for real.
Despite their brethren in another group of the Sariqas having dug the tunnel, there had been issues over a fire and they were forced to leave the city. Then Nahash had been sent with his group to finish the job. The problem was that, in the meantime, it would appear that the royals had found the tunnel and worked out where it had the potential to lead. Just a few more feet at the opposite end and they would break through in the outer chamber of the royal treasury...
Clearly the head honchos of Colchis had decided that such a fate was not one they wished to occur and posted men on the entryway to the tunnels in order to stop anyone who either knew of, or wished to utilise them. Behind the men, a tapestry had been hung to hide the entrance from sight. Why they hadn't just immediately filled it in, Akhmad wasn't sure, but if there were guards that meant that there was still something to guard; the tunnel was intact. They just had to work out a way to get passed them, down the tunnels and into that first room of the treasury.
And now that they had the key to the inner rooms... All it required was some crawling and climbing, then a little digging, and the rest was a literal walk of ease.
The problem, was going to be getting passed those two guards... Which was what missions like this one were for; to assess issues and weaknesses or obstacles in the plan and address them before any real heist could begin. And as Khanh appeared on the other side of the entryway across from him, Akhmad made a simple enough hand gesture...
What now? he asked, looking towards the one with more authority in these things...
Akhmad was silent, as usual, as he approached the new bathhouses of the city of Midas. Slipping inside was not exactly difficult. With no panes or curtains over the windows - for they would only become sodden with the fumes of heat - he had but to climb over its rooftop and swing downwards, his feet sailing through the open gap first, so that he ended up seated on the sill of the open gap. The windows in the play were high, designed to let only the steam from the hot waters escape the building, never low enough that some voyeur might peep at the bathers inside. As such, it was a long drop to the floor that could risk his boots - even wrapped as they were - making a noise on the stone.
Swinging about and hanging from the sill, his fingertips the only thing keeping him from falling, Akhmad steading himself and then dropped. The extra six and a half foot of his body plus arm length removed from his fall would diminish some of the sound he made, but it didn't stop the softest of thud as he hit the marble flooring of one of the bathing rooms.
Pausing, melting into the shadows of the wall, Akhmad waited to see if anyone heard him or came to investigate such a sound. When no-one did, he started to move his way around the interior of the building.
He didn't know how Khanh was expecting to get in. Probably by strolling through the front door, as there had been no guards standing by upon the front gates or entrances. Akhmad, however, preferred the less obvious entry - the less well seen. And even if it wasn't necessary for him to sneak into a building, old habits died hard.
With nothing worth stealing in a bathhouse besides a few night-time hours in the water, there were no servants, slaves or militants appointed to the place after the moon had reached its zenith in the sky. The only other people in the building would be the two guardsmen that Akhmad spied around his next corner, flanking the entryway to the tunnels that he and Khanh had come to explore.
Now was not the time to utilise those tunnels and investigate their heist of the Royal Treasury. But every good thief scoped out their target before they hit it for real.
Despite their brethren in another group of the Sariqas having dug the tunnel, there had been issues over a fire and they were forced to leave the city. Then Nahash had been sent with his group to finish the job. The problem was that, in the meantime, it would appear that the royals had found the tunnel and worked out where it had the potential to lead. Just a few more feet at the opposite end and they would break through in the outer chamber of the royal treasury...
Clearly the head honchos of Colchis had decided that such a fate was not one they wished to occur and posted men on the entryway to the tunnels in order to stop anyone who either knew of, or wished to utilise them. Behind the men, a tapestry had been hung to hide the entrance from sight. Why they hadn't just immediately filled it in, Akhmad wasn't sure, but if there were guards that meant that there was still something to guard; the tunnel was intact. They just had to work out a way to get passed them, down the tunnels and into that first room of the treasury.
And now that they had the key to the inner rooms... All it required was some crawling and climbing, then a little digging, and the rest was a literal walk of ease.
The problem, was going to be getting passed those two guards... Which was what missions like this one were for; to assess issues and weaknesses or obstacles in the plan and address them before any real heist could begin. And as Khanh appeared on the other side of the entryway across from him, Akhmad made a simple enough hand gesture...
What now? he asked, looking towards the one with more authority in these things...
Strolling in the front doors was precisely how Khanh expected to get in. This time of night, there were no servants. All cleaning done and preparations made for tomorrow, the servants had finished their work barely a half hour before and locked up for the night to begin their weary trudge home. The Sariqas would not have much time with this tunnel. Work for servants ran into the late hours of the night and began in the wee hours of the morning. He wasn’t precisely sure when servants would return, but he didn’t want to be around when they did.
Not much of a thief if Khanh couldn’t manage to slip through a locked door, Khanh kept his reputation intact and ghosted through the front of the building. He turned and eased the door closed behind him, locking himself, Somra, and Akhmad into the bathhouse. Walking on cat’s paws, he moved with an agile grace that hadn’t come inherently to him but had been learned during his years doing this kind of work with Nahash and Zai. When he’d been a lanky teen, all huge hands and large feet, he’d shot up to his towering height quickly. The result had been a clumsy youth who’d had to get used to his new body. Now, as a man decades later, he was all ease and grace in the shadows, though still bulky and huge. But, there wasn’t much he could do about that. If Akhmad got them stares due to his outrageous attire, Khanh earned stares from his sheer size. Nahash for his terrifying face. Only Somra, Zai, and Tiye wouldn’t draw true attention.
They hadn’t been sure there were guards here, but they’d had to assume there might be. If not for the tunnel, then definitely for the bathhouse itself. It was for that reason that Khanh had dumped a squirming, furry bundle in Somra’s arms and had her carry the purring feline to the bathhouse with them. Worst case, they’d need it. Best case, the pet was simply heading on a journey. Being the thief he was, Khanh hadn’t stolen any random alleycat. He’d watched a little girl carrying a round, fat orange tabby into her house one day. The cat was as docile as could be and it was for that reason that he’d lured the animal out with treats earlier tonight and brought it to Somra to carry.
He made his way as quietly as could be done on stone flooring to the doorway where Akhmad stood. Taking his place opposite, he eyed the interior. The guards stood in a room dimly lit by oil lamps so that they weren’t in complete darkness. Nor were the guards at attention. They were standing languidly, one leaning on his spear, the other telling a story of some evident hilarity that his companion merely smiled vaguely at. Both things worked to the thieves’ advantage. Firstly, the talking had covered any quiet creaking the door might have made. The other was that the light polluted the guards’ ability to see further out in the room. If all was dark, they’d have noticed movement in the shadows. With light in the room in which the guards stood, the rooms beyond would be swaths of complete black, thus hiding the three Sariqas well as they moved along walls and peered around the doorway.
Khanh eyed Akhmad for a moment and then looked to Somra. He turned and breathed into her ear the plan, which was simple enough to execute. Go make some sort of sound, a splash, broken pottery, anything. Then he or Akhmad would make a completely different sound somewhere else. As soon as both guards were out of the room, the cat would be left in plain view and the thieves could melt into the tunnel.
That was the plan, anyway. Though in Khanh’s experience, no plan ever went perfectly, no matter how meticulously laid. That was the trick; to roll with the changes and not get caught.
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Strolling in the front doors was precisely how Khanh expected to get in. This time of night, there were no servants. All cleaning done and preparations made for tomorrow, the servants had finished their work barely a half hour before and locked up for the night to begin their weary trudge home. The Sariqas would not have much time with this tunnel. Work for servants ran into the late hours of the night and began in the wee hours of the morning. He wasn’t precisely sure when servants would return, but he didn’t want to be around when they did.
Not much of a thief if Khanh couldn’t manage to slip through a locked door, Khanh kept his reputation intact and ghosted through the front of the building. He turned and eased the door closed behind him, locking himself, Somra, and Akhmad into the bathhouse. Walking on cat’s paws, he moved with an agile grace that hadn’t come inherently to him but had been learned during his years doing this kind of work with Nahash and Zai. When he’d been a lanky teen, all huge hands and large feet, he’d shot up to his towering height quickly. The result had been a clumsy youth who’d had to get used to his new body. Now, as a man decades later, he was all ease and grace in the shadows, though still bulky and huge. But, there wasn’t much he could do about that. If Akhmad got them stares due to his outrageous attire, Khanh earned stares from his sheer size. Nahash for his terrifying face. Only Somra, Zai, and Tiye wouldn’t draw true attention.
They hadn’t been sure there were guards here, but they’d had to assume there might be. If not for the tunnel, then definitely for the bathhouse itself. It was for that reason that Khanh had dumped a squirming, furry bundle in Somra’s arms and had her carry the purring feline to the bathhouse with them. Worst case, they’d need it. Best case, the pet was simply heading on a journey. Being the thief he was, Khanh hadn’t stolen any random alleycat. He’d watched a little girl carrying a round, fat orange tabby into her house one day. The cat was as docile as could be and it was for that reason that he’d lured the animal out with treats earlier tonight and brought it to Somra to carry.
He made his way as quietly as could be done on stone flooring to the doorway where Akhmad stood. Taking his place opposite, he eyed the interior. The guards stood in a room dimly lit by oil lamps so that they weren’t in complete darkness. Nor were the guards at attention. They were standing languidly, one leaning on his spear, the other telling a story of some evident hilarity that his companion merely smiled vaguely at. Both things worked to the thieves’ advantage. Firstly, the talking had covered any quiet creaking the door might have made. The other was that the light polluted the guards’ ability to see further out in the room. If all was dark, they’d have noticed movement in the shadows. With light in the room in which the guards stood, the rooms beyond would be swaths of complete black, thus hiding the three Sariqas well as they moved along walls and peered around the doorway.
Khanh eyed Akhmad for a moment and then looked to Somra. He turned and breathed into her ear the plan, which was simple enough to execute. Go make some sort of sound, a splash, broken pottery, anything. Then he or Akhmad would make a completely different sound somewhere else. As soon as both guards were out of the room, the cat would be left in plain view and the thieves could melt into the tunnel.
That was the plan, anyway. Though in Khanh’s experience, no plan ever went perfectly, no matter how meticulously laid. That was the trick; to roll with the changes and not get caught.
Strolling in the front doors was precisely how Khanh expected to get in. This time of night, there were no servants. All cleaning done and preparations made for tomorrow, the servants had finished their work barely a half hour before and locked up for the night to begin their weary trudge home. The Sariqas would not have much time with this tunnel. Work for servants ran into the late hours of the night and began in the wee hours of the morning. He wasn’t precisely sure when servants would return, but he didn’t want to be around when they did.
Not much of a thief if Khanh couldn’t manage to slip through a locked door, Khanh kept his reputation intact and ghosted through the front of the building. He turned and eased the door closed behind him, locking himself, Somra, and Akhmad into the bathhouse. Walking on cat’s paws, he moved with an agile grace that hadn’t come inherently to him but had been learned during his years doing this kind of work with Nahash and Zai. When he’d been a lanky teen, all huge hands and large feet, he’d shot up to his towering height quickly. The result had been a clumsy youth who’d had to get used to his new body. Now, as a man decades later, he was all ease and grace in the shadows, though still bulky and huge. But, there wasn’t much he could do about that. If Akhmad got them stares due to his outrageous attire, Khanh earned stares from his sheer size. Nahash for his terrifying face. Only Somra, Zai, and Tiye wouldn’t draw true attention.
They hadn’t been sure there were guards here, but they’d had to assume there might be. If not for the tunnel, then definitely for the bathhouse itself. It was for that reason that Khanh had dumped a squirming, furry bundle in Somra’s arms and had her carry the purring feline to the bathhouse with them. Worst case, they’d need it. Best case, the pet was simply heading on a journey. Being the thief he was, Khanh hadn’t stolen any random alleycat. He’d watched a little girl carrying a round, fat orange tabby into her house one day. The cat was as docile as could be and it was for that reason that he’d lured the animal out with treats earlier tonight and brought it to Somra to carry.
He made his way as quietly as could be done on stone flooring to the doorway where Akhmad stood. Taking his place opposite, he eyed the interior. The guards stood in a room dimly lit by oil lamps so that they weren’t in complete darkness. Nor were the guards at attention. They were standing languidly, one leaning on his spear, the other telling a story of some evident hilarity that his companion merely smiled vaguely at. Both things worked to the thieves’ advantage. Firstly, the talking had covered any quiet creaking the door might have made. The other was that the light polluted the guards’ ability to see further out in the room. If all was dark, they’d have noticed movement in the shadows. With light in the room in which the guards stood, the rooms beyond would be swaths of complete black, thus hiding the three Sariqas well as they moved along walls and peered around the doorway.
Khanh eyed Akhmad for a moment and then looked to Somra. He turned and breathed into her ear the plan, which was simple enough to execute. Go make some sort of sound, a splash, broken pottery, anything. Then he or Akhmad would make a completely different sound somewhere else. As soon as both guards were out of the room, the cat would be left in plain view and the thieves could melt into the tunnel.
That was the plan, anyway. Though in Khanh’s experience, no plan ever went perfectly, no matter how meticulously laid. That was the trick; to roll with the changes and not get caught.
Somra as usual didn’t know much of the plan, she was kept in the dark when it came to most of what they did. Until they determined it was necessary for her to know something, she didn’t know it. She had long since given up on trying to get any information out of the any of them, it had been easier to just keep her mouth shut and follow who ever she was told to follow. Which is what she was doing today, following Khanh. Khanh seemed to be the one she was usually with. Not that she was complaining, at least not now that he had gotten over what ever distaste he seemed to have for her.
Memories of their last little adventure together came to her mind and she couldn’t help the small smirk that came across her features as she recalled how that night had ended. That poor dress that she had loved had been a casualty, Khanh had not been a patient man when it came to taking it off her.
It was easy for Somra to walk in complete silence, she had been a lithe and small woman her whole life, and it helped that growing up in the whorehouse with the angry owner had been a good reason for her to move quietly. She had started to wonder if her Gods had meant for her to become a thief, they certainly had set her up with the appropriate build and skill set to do such.
Khanh had dumped a cat in her arms, before they had come here. This was probably the thing she was most confused about. He clearly wasn’t giving her a gift, definitely not in his nature, and especially not before they were about to work. He had some plan for the creature, and she could only hope and pray that it would not be hurt. The scruffy and fat cat was cute, and Somra didn’t want anything bad to happen to it.
When they arrived and Khanh had a moment to check out the situation, he whispered to her the plan with the cat. Somra breathed a small sigh of relief, the animal would not be hurt. Likely the guards would just try and shoo it away, or leave it and ignore it.
She gave him a small nod, and a flirty smirk before she turned, cat still in her arms and disappeared further into the darkness. Shortly after, there was a crash as she kicked over a decorative pot that had been sitting in the corner. She set the cat down, and the animal simply curled up contentedly on the floor, and she slipped around the other way so she would not run into any guards if they were on their way to check out the sound already.
She made her way back to the other two, ready for the next stage of the plan, but not making a move until they did. She had learned not to charge forward or do things if she was not told to.
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Somra as usual didn’t know much of the plan, she was kept in the dark when it came to most of what they did. Until they determined it was necessary for her to know something, she didn’t know it. She had long since given up on trying to get any information out of the any of them, it had been easier to just keep her mouth shut and follow who ever she was told to follow. Which is what she was doing today, following Khanh. Khanh seemed to be the one she was usually with. Not that she was complaining, at least not now that he had gotten over what ever distaste he seemed to have for her.
Memories of their last little adventure together came to her mind and she couldn’t help the small smirk that came across her features as she recalled how that night had ended. That poor dress that she had loved had been a casualty, Khanh had not been a patient man when it came to taking it off her.
It was easy for Somra to walk in complete silence, she had been a lithe and small woman her whole life, and it helped that growing up in the whorehouse with the angry owner had been a good reason for her to move quietly. She had started to wonder if her Gods had meant for her to become a thief, they certainly had set her up with the appropriate build and skill set to do such.
Khanh had dumped a cat in her arms, before they had come here. This was probably the thing she was most confused about. He clearly wasn’t giving her a gift, definitely not in his nature, and especially not before they were about to work. He had some plan for the creature, and she could only hope and pray that it would not be hurt. The scruffy and fat cat was cute, and Somra didn’t want anything bad to happen to it.
When they arrived and Khanh had a moment to check out the situation, he whispered to her the plan with the cat. Somra breathed a small sigh of relief, the animal would not be hurt. Likely the guards would just try and shoo it away, or leave it and ignore it.
She gave him a small nod, and a flirty smirk before she turned, cat still in her arms and disappeared further into the darkness. Shortly after, there was a crash as she kicked over a decorative pot that had been sitting in the corner. She set the cat down, and the animal simply curled up contentedly on the floor, and she slipped around the other way so she would not run into any guards if they were on their way to check out the sound already.
She made her way back to the other two, ready for the next stage of the plan, but not making a move until they did. She had learned not to charge forward or do things if she was not told to.
Somra as usual didn’t know much of the plan, she was kept in the dark when it came to most of what they did. Until they determined it was necessary for her to know something, she didn’t know it. She had long since given up on trying to get any information out of the any of them, it had been easier to just keep her mouth shut and follow who ever she was told to follow. Which is what she was doing today, following Khanh. Khanh seemed to be the one she was usually with. Not that she was complaining, at least not now that he had gotten over what ever distaste he seemed to have for her.
Memories of their last little adventure together came to her mind and she couldn’t help the small smirk that came across her features as she recalled how that night had ended. That poor dress that she had loved had been a casualty, Khanh had not been a patient man when it came to taking it off her.
It was easy for Somra to walk in complete silence, she had been a lithe and small woman her whole life, and it helped that growing up in the whorehouse with the angry owner had been a good reason for her to move quietly. She had started to wonder if her Gods had meant for her to become a thief, they certainly had set her up with the appropriate build and skill set to do such.
Khanh had dumped a cat in her arms, before they had come here. This was probably the thing she was most confused about. He clearly wasn’t giving her a gift, definitely not in his nature, and especially not before they were about to work. He had some plan for the creature, and she could only hope and pray that it would not be hurt. The scruffy and fat cat was cute, and Somra didn’t want anything bad to happen to it.
When they arrived and Khanh had a moment to check out the situation, he whispered to her the plan with the cat. Somra breathed a small sigh of relief, the animal would not be hurt. Likely the guards would just try and shoo it away, or leave it and ignore it.
She gave him a small nod, and a flirty smirk before she turned, cat still in her arms and disappeared further into the darkness. Shortly after, there was a crash as she kicked over a decorative pot that had been sitting in the corner. She set the cat down, and the animal simply curled up contentedly on the floor, and she slipped around the other way so she would not run into any guards if they were on their way to check out the sound already.
She made her way back to the other two, ready for the next stage of the plan, but not making a move until they did. She had learned not to charge forward or do things if she was not told to.
“And then I says to him, I says-” the first guard interrupted himself with a titter, none the wiser that there were three shadows beyond. “I says-” he said for a third time. “You can keep it then!” and he laughed outright now. The sound rebounded off the walls. He leaned over and slapped his knee. His companion made a sort of attempt at a laugh but rolled his eyes and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He leaned more heavily on his spear and wondered how much more of this he could take. Not only was this the most boring post someone could have, but to be stuck with this moron night in and night out...he was thinking of putting in a transfer to another unit.
Just as the other’s laughter died away, there came a splash. Both stood at attention. Of all the sounds they expected, a splash wasn’t one of them. They glanced at each other, each clutching their spear close. “You go,” the first one said. His companion frowned. “You’re the superior officer.”
“That’s true,” said the first. “But you’re younger. You need the experience.”
“Better the one with more experience do the checking out,” said the second. “I could learn from you.”
“You’ve learned all you can, lad, it’s time to prove your mettle-” the first argued but then gathered himself. “Right. We go together. Ready?” he asked in a whisper, even though their argument was clearly audible through the entirety of the empty bathhouse.
“Ready,” the younger man adjusted his helm and set his jaw. Together, they advanced on the doorway. Their armor made such a clanky clatter that the movement of the thieves melting into the shadows didn’t factor in. Nearly as soon as they were gone, Khanh waved Akhmad and Somra forward. He’d need to stay here to draw the men away a second time when his people were ready to come back out with their findings.
The second soldier moved through the flickering darkness, eyes adjusting slowly, and found….”A cat?” he sighed. “Well now, pussy cat. How did you get in here?”
“And you were scared of a cat-” the first jeered.
“So were you!” came the second voice...and on it went.
Khanh rolled his eyes and kept his back pressed against the wall in the very darkest, thickest shadowed corner. If he had to keep listening to this nonsense, he might impale himself.
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“And then I says to him, I says-” the first guard interrupted himself with a titter, none the wiser that there were three shadows beyond. “I says-” he said for a third time. “You can keep it then!” and he laughed outright now. The sound rebounded off the walls. He leaned over and slapped his knee. His companion made a sort of attempt at a laugh but rolled his eyes and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He leaned more heavily on his spear and wondered how much more of this he could take. Not only was this the most boring post someone could have, but to be stuck with this moron night in and night out...he was thinking of putting in a transfer to another unit.
Just as the other’s laughter died away, there came a splash. Both stood at attention. Of all the sounds they expected, a splash wasn’t one of them. They glanced at each other, each clutching their spear close. “You go,” the first one said. His companion frowned. “You’re the superior officer.”
“That’s true,” said the first. “But you’re younger. You need the experience.”
“Better the one with more experience do the checking out,” said the second. “I could learn from you.”
“You’ve learned all you can, lad, it’s time to prove your mettle-” the first argued but then gathered himself. “Right. We go together. Ready?” he asked in a whisper, even though their argument was clearly audible through the entirety of the empty bathhouse.
“Ready,” the younger man adjusted his helm and set his jaw. Together, they advanced on the doorway. Their armor made such a clanky clatter that the movement of the thieves melting into the shadows didn’t factor in. Nearly as soon as they were gone, Khanh waved Akhmad and Somra forward. He’d need to stay here to draw the men away a second time when his people were ready to come back out with their findings.
The second soldier moved through the flickering darkness, eyes adjusting slowly, and found….”A cat?” he sighed. “Well now, pussy cat. How did you get in here?”
“And you were scared of a cat-” the first jeered.
“So were you!” came the second voice...and on it went.
Khanh rolled his eyes and kept his back pressed against the wall in the very darkest, thickest shadowed corner. If he had to keep listening to this nonsense, he might impale himself.
“And then I says to him, I says-” the first guard interrupted himself with a titter, none the wiser that there were three shadows beyond. “I says-” he said for a third time. “You can keep it then!” and he laughed outright now. The sound rebounded off the walls. He leaned over and slapped his knee. His companion made a sort of attempt at a laugh but rolled his eyes and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He leaned more heavily on his spear and wondered how much more of this he could take. Not only was this the most boring post someone could have, but to be stuck with this moron night in and night out...he was thinking of putting in a transfer to another unit.
Just as the other’s laughter died away, there came a splash. Both stood at attention. Of all the sounds they expected, a splash wasn’t one of them. They glanced at each other, each clutching their spear close. “You go,” the first one said. His companion frowned. “You’re the superior officer.”
“That’s true,” said the first. “But you’re younger. You need the experience.”
“Better the one with more experience do the checking out,” said the second. “I could learn from you.”
“You’ve learned all you can, lad, it’s time to prove your mettle-” the first argued but then gathered himself. “Right. We go together. Ready?” he asked in a whisper, even though their argument was clearly audible through the entirety of the empty bathhouse.
“Ready,” the younger man adjusted his helm and set his jaw. Together, they advanced on the doorway. Their armor made such a clanky clatter that the movement of the thieves melting into the shadows didn’t factor in. Nearly as soon as they were gone, Khanh waved Akhmad and Somra forward. He’d need to stay here to draw the men away a second time when his people were ready to come back out with their findings.
The second soldier moved through the flickering darkness, eyes adjusting slowly, and found….”A cat?” he sighed. “Well now, pussy cat. How did you get in here?”
“And you were scared of a cat-” the first jeered.
“So were you!” came the second voice...and on it went.
Khanh rolled his eyes and kept his back pressed against the wall in the very darkest, thickest shadowed corner. If he had to keep listening to this nonsense, he might impale himself.