Ptolus: 165 Vock Row - "Rat-catchers"

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"Oh fine." Ella says, exasperated. "How much is the total?"

"That'll be six gold pieces," the gnome whistles, smiling -- probably -- under his mass of whiskers. He rolls up the map and slips it into the tube, then hands it across.

 

[Wool]

Thurst simply says, "Aye" before starting the short trek back to the library.

 

[Voca]

Mata looks puzzled, but follows Thurst, figuring that he must have some reason for agreeing and heading the wrong way.

 

[Vdou]

"That'll be six gold pieces," the gnome whistles, smiling -- probably -- under his mass of whiskers. He rolls up the map and slips it into the tube, then hands it across.

"Here it is then, Master Gnome." Ella hands over the gold pieces and clutches the map case tightly under her arm..

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Ella and Valana step out onto Dalenguard Road. They blink in the sunlight just as Thurst, Mata and Mairan come ambling up.

It's midday, and the streets are full of the sound of vendors selling food from pushcarts or even from parked covered wagons. The air is filled with the smell of sizzling flesh, fruit and fish. In other parts of the city, ordinary laborers couldn't afford to buy their lunches, but here, soldiers and delvers and members of noble households have a bit more coin in their pocket.

 

[Voca]

"I hope you had more luck than we did."

 

[Filthy]

"I found some general information about ratlings, but nothing about a four armed one, sorry."

 

[Wool]

Thurst nods in Mata's general direction, "Oh, aye. I have my doubts in the competency of that lot. High strung too."

"All we really know is that there is at least one four-armed variant and two underlings. I wouldn't be surprised if they make another attempt tonight, but our clients donnae seem inclined to wait that long."

After a moment of consideration Thurst continues, "And I suppose I donnae blame them. If I was that flighty and unreliable I would want someone else to clean up my problems too."

 

[Vdou]

Ella comes stumbling out of the Delver's Library, having just tripped over the door frame, and her map case spills out onto the open road. She looks up to see her fellow Kunsterhaus mates.

"Oh!" Ella regains her composure and picks up the map case.

"Hello!" she beams a smile.

"We've got a map. Drawn by Master Kunstler's cousin oddly enough."

 

[Wool]

Thurst snorts, "His cousin, eh? Maybe he should be the one doing this."