The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
-Seneca
The Evening of 28 December
Alain could smell the waterfront from where he sat. The mud, the freshly caught fish, and that city smell he could never escape or shake. It was the first thing that struck him about RhyDin, that the scent of the air was profoundly different from his home.
Now RhyDin was home, and he savored the smell of it, good and bad alike, as he watched and waited. He, Paladin, and another member of the Watch from Dragon's Gate named Simon, as well as several guards sleeping in the corner, were on the second floor of a building overlooking another that had supposedly been abandoned. Two days ago, Alain had learned from Paladin and his friend, Raven, that the building was in use by the dangerous cult known as the Servants of the Dead.
The same people responsible for extensive damage to A Stitch in Time, the wounding of his friends, and the deaths of many innocent people. He took stock of his bullets and inspected his revolver. Six hours ago, one man left headquarters, and the Watch had lost track of him. The wait now was driving him insane.
* * *
A wagon with a single driver and no passengers, drawn by two horses, approached the old, abandoned building. The man looked over his shoulder, but was not so cautious as he had once been. It would all happen very soon, after all...
No reason to hide, if none of their number are left alive.
* * *
"Hey!" Simon hissed over his shoulder at Alain and Paladin, and waved them over. "Check this out. They're up to something."
Down below, three men in dark cloaks left the building and climbed into the wagon. The horses did not even trot, merely walked away, and a second group of ten began to follow at a distance. It was hard to tell if they were all armed, but several hilts were occasionally visible.
"They may be retrieving the gunpowder," Alain mused, and turned to Paladin. "Lead your attack on this building immediately. I'll follow the others, and send word back to you with a messenger when they arrive... wherever they're going." He squinted out the window at the abandoned building once more. "That stockpile could be anywhere - even right under our noses..."
He shook his head and hurried out.
-Seneca
The Evening of 28 December
Alain could smell the waterfront from where he sat. The mud, the freshly caught fish, and that city smell he could never escape or shake. It was the first thing that struck him about RhyDin, that the scent of the air was profoundly different from his home.
Now RhyDin was home, and he savored the smell of it, good and bad alike, as he watched and waited. He, Paladin, and another member of the Watch from Dragon's Gate named Simon, as well as several guards sleeping in the corner, were on the second floor of a building overlooking another that had supposedly been abandoned. Two days ago, Alain had learned from Paladin and his friend, Raven, that the building was in use by the dangerous cult known as the Servants of the Dead.
The same people responsible for extensive damage to A Stitch in Time, the wounding of his friends, and the deaths of many innocent people. He took stock of his bullets and inspected his revolver. Six hours ago, one man left headquarters, and the Watch had lost track of him. The wait now was driving him insane.
* * *
A wagon with a single driver and no passengers, drawn by two horses, approached the old, abandoned building. The man looked over his shoulder, but was not so cautious as he had once been. It would all happen very soon, after all...
No reason to hide, if none of their number are left alive.
* * *
"Hey!" Simon hissed over his shoulder at Alain and Paladin, and waved them over. "Check this out. They're up to something."
Down below, three men in dark cloaks left the building and climbed into the wagon. The horses did not even trot, merely walked away, and a second group of ten began to follow at a distance. It was hard to tell if they were all armed, but several hilts were occasionally visible.
"They may be retrieving the gunpowder," Alain mused, and turned to Paladin. "Lead your attack on this building immediately. I'll follow the others, and send word back to you with a messenger when they arrive... wherever they're going." He squinted out the window at the abandoned building once more. "That stockpile could be anywhere - even right under our noses..."
He shook his head and hurried out.