Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat

There's a kick on the far side of the door.

"Are you mad? I told Ferrid, this door don't open for god or man. Come 'round through the sewer like you were told, or you'll have to explain to your boss why this went sour."
 

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"Yes, perhaps the other hallway will lead us to a sewer entrance." Taking another quick headcount, to make sure he isn't missing anyone else, he then asks, "Has anyone seen Akilu since we came down from the attic?"
 

Having escorted Ewan to the door, Maugra decends the stair case to find the group in confusion. Some want to leave, some are looking around, and Akilu seems to have disappeared.

"What the hell are you guys doing down here?" Did you find anything yet?" she says. Then seeing the open passageways, she says, "Oh, that is definitely something. Is there anything down either? Which way did Akilu head?"
 

"I was just wondering about Akilu myself. It's one thing for Grant to have wandered off- he seemed to just come along as a game, but Akilu is another thing. He seemed very intent on tracking down Longcoat."

Vanden frowns, then glides quickly over to the other hallway. "Perhaps in his impatience he went ahead without us. We'd best try to catch him before he inadvertently stumbles upon the men on the other side of this door alone."
 

Jossen had taken it upon himself not to lose anyone else, when it becomes apparent that Akilu is gone, he shakes his head. "We should leave, or whatever is going on is going to pick us off one by one. We should come back with the Watch."
 

Meanwhile, an odd pair looks at the shattered door of the Ten Bell's. One of them is a large woman wearing khaki breeches and a chair shirt over a corset cbarely ontaining a now sopping wet blouse. The woman hefts her giant club to one side. With the other hand, Ada flips her wet braid over her shoulder and looks to her companion.

"If whatever made that has something do with our dead whores, then I'm reconsidering our partnership."
 

Her companion, a sturdy-looking young man of average height, keeps protectively close to her side. Over a chain shirt and trousers he wears a belted tabard bearing the stylized ankh of the Church of Lothian; the wooden shield slung on his back is painted with the same, and the hilt of his bastard sword (now nestled in his hands) is worked into an ankh as well.

"I..."

He pauses, looking at his companion curiously.

"If it was simple, it would be dealt with already. We tend to our own here, remember?" He starts towards the door, stepping carefully around her. "Forgive the rudeness, but mother wouldn't expect me to stand on 'ladies first' right about now. Come on."
 

"Our 'own' is a little different from yours, but feel free. Better to make you the first target than I," Ada says, hefting her great club. She picks up her shield and follows the paladin.
 

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