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Denali saches down the darkening street, swaying a bit as if he had had a few drinks and was trying to hide it. "Come on sweetie!" he says to Jera, "They'll love having a couple of beautiful dancers for a while." The dancer stops for a second at the sight of the beggar and drops a pair of coins in the can. "For good luck," he giggles, then rejoins Jera to simply knock on the front door, doing his best to look appealing. And even more, to look like a target, his soul gem glittering on a cuff earring.<br> <br>Angus gives a nod as he looks to the beggar, taking a step back into the shadows to try and get out of sight. He grabs at the hilt of his Saber, checking it before he draws his cutdown musket to make sure it was loaded. Waiting until he is needed.<br> <br>Natska hangs back with the group, waiting quietly for the others to make their approach. Her tail swishes, and she looks up and down the street, on alert for trouble.<br> <br>Selena rubs her chin. "I'd be willing to offer assistance with their situation on behalf of the Ironsoul's Defenders if it turns out they're not just ppetty thugs and thieves - if they're supplying soul gems to beings here that can't otherwise afford, but need them." She comments, watching the others move along the street a little perplexedly. "That said, I can't see that going entirely as planned. Burning the house is not an option in Shanty town; particularly where thieves are concerned. We still don't know where a group from a while ago was holding stolen resources which included black powder among other things." | Denali saches down the darkening street, swaying a bit as if he had had a few drinks and was trying to hide it. "Come on sweetie!" he says to Jera, "They'll love having a couple of beautiful dancers for a while." The dancer stops for a second at the sight of the beggar and drops a pair of coins in the can. "For good luck," he giggles, then rejoins Jera to simply knock on the front door, doing his best to look appealing. And even more, to look like a target, his soul gem glittering on a cuff earring.<br> <br>Angus gives a nod as he looks to the beggar, taking a step back into the shadows to try and get out of sight. He grabs at the hilt of his Saber, checking it before he draws his cutdown musket to make sure it was loaded. Waiting until he is needed.<br> <br>Natska hangs back with the group, waiting quietly for the others to make their approach. Her tail swishes, and she looks up and down the street, on alert for trouble.<br> <br>Selena rubs her chin. "I'd be willing to offer assistance with their situation on behalf of the Ironsoul's Defenders if it turns out they're not just ppetty thugs and thieves - if they're supplying soul gems to beings here that can't otherwise afford, but need them." She comments, watching the others move along the street a little perplexedly. "That said, I can't see that going entirely as planned. Burning the house is not an option in Shanty town; particularly where thieves are concerned. We still don't know where a group from a while ago was holding stolen resources which included black powder among other things." | ||
| − | And after some of the more violent attacks on Shanty town being arson or bombings, I would suggest against drawing the attention of any of the beings here. Particularly as a freesword; consider what the people would think if yet another fire is set in Shanty town by well-off beings? It's exacerbating stereotypes that they have down here." She notes back to Thelergramor in a blunt, somewhat matter-of-fact tone, though she waits behind with the others. | + | And after some of the more violent attacks on Shanty town being arson or bombings, I would suggest against drawing the attention of any of the beings here. Particularly as a freesword; consider what the people would think if yet another fire is set in Shanty town by well-off beings? It's exacerbating stereotypes that they have down here." She notes back to Thelergramor in a blunt, somewhat matter-of-fact tone, though she waits behind with the others.<br> <br>After giving Thelergramor's 'idea' a soft growl of displeasure Sara gives him a shake of her head and tells him, "We will not use fire on any of these buildings." her voice harsh, but kept quiet, not willing to give away any plans to anyone listening in. "I'm not going to let innocent people burn because of a poorly contained fire, especially in an area where everything is a fire hazard, so trust me.. if I see any spark coming from your direction you can kiss your other knee goodbye." ending the idle threat with a flash of her pistols before moving on up towards the leaders of the group. |
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| + | After reaching the destination, Sara looks around and spies a beggar who she walks on over to if only to place an index finger against her lips, and following it with a few crowns into the tin cup of theirs. With the request for silence given, and Jera and the other new dancer making their way to the doorway Sara chooses instead to make her way around the building, looking for any alternate entrances she could exploit, or at the very least block off, her choice of clothing, and hidden soul gem hopefully letting her blend in with the crowd.<br> <br>Thelergramor shakes his head. Speaking softly, so only those near him can hear. He steps into the shadows with Angus. "For the record, I don't think this will work. I mean, what are the odds these thugs won't just throw them out because they're men? Wouldn't have worked on my old group..." He shrugs, leans against the nearest building. "I'm giving them five minutes. Then, I'm breaking the door down..." He yawns. Speaking to Selena and Sara: "Right, I'm not a 'well off being' though. And I couldn't care less what these jagoffs think. Still, we'll do it the clean way. Probably. No reason to upset them. Yet." He keeps a hand on his knife, the other in his pocket. The wolf shakes his head. "Man, you're all so... noble."<br> <br>"Noble has nothing to do with this. Practicality does." Glein says, before he himself slipping into the shadows, moving in a different direction from Sara, and instead of going around the building, looking for a means to get atop it, and if so, climbing. By the look of most of the place around them, teh roofs might have slits in it's design from the imperfect boards put in place to help with keeping the rain out. And if he can get a look inside from above, he might have an idea of the inner workings. However, if no such way is found, then he'll move around hte building in the opposite direction as Sara, gratful for the years of experience and training he picked up in Cliffside doing similar work.<br> <br>Jera follows along with Denali, nodding and putting on a broad smile, deciding to put a chunk of his earnings to the beggar as well. It would be hypocritical of him not to, after his peaceful suggestion. He tucks his own soul pendant under his shirt and then follows the fox to the front door. "We're not selling anything, promise!"<br> <br>The beggar finds several crown deposited in his can and gives a nod of thanks. "Creators bless you." He peers into the object and gives it five gentle shakes, letting the crown rattle around in it before setting it back down next to him with a pleased look, before pulling his knees back up and watching the group at the building. Glein's attempt to scale the building gets him nowhere. The roof seems just a little too high, and the walls just a little too smooth to offer a way up. Back near the group that stayed behind, a husky being standing on what could be vaguely described as a porch shoots a sour look towards the beings and the mention of 'fires' before heading back into their hovel. | ||
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| + | The door to the shack opens ever so slightly, a female fox peeking out from the other side. "What do you want? People are trying to sleep here. It's late, don't you know," she mumbles with a slight edge on her voice.<br> <br>Denali gives his most winning smile. "Yes, it is late, lovely lady," he warbles, "We only thought that maybe there was a place for a pair of beautiful boys to dance for some supper!" He pulls Jera close so they stand hip to hip. "And if it is too late for a dance, or for supper," he says, "Perhaps a bed that needs warming." He let's the confident mask slip a bit and gestures at his and Jera's relative states of undress. "It looks like it may rain tonight."<br> <br>Angus shrugs his shoulders a bit. "If it works, it works. If something goes wrong we will handle it. Jera knows how to handle himself and I don't think Denali would venture into this unless they knew what they were doing." He states as reaches underneath his helmet to scratch at his cheek. "Worse comes to worse I will break the door down and we can rush it." He states softly, watching the front door closely as he keeps his arms crossed.<br> <br>Natska gives Selena a small nod, her ear flicking. "Yeaaa... except the Guild gives out cheap gems to Soulless in need. And the church." Some past memory causes Natska to scowl. "So I don't think they're stealing to provide them to other people." Her tail lashes back and forth, and then with a careful glance up and down the street to make sure nobody is watching, she uses a quick burst of air magic to leap up on top of the building they were hiding next to, then sneaks along the shanty roofs until she was directly across from the target building, getting off the street and crouching in wait.<br> <br>Selena tsks quietly at Thelergramor's comment, shaking her head slowly. "I'm sorry to hear you say that." She replies - "We aren't here to make trouble, though. And Natska - you don't see many beings from the city out here, much less holding commodities. As I said before, I doubt it's what they're doing. But for once, I'd like to be wrong about assuming the worst to be going on." She replies, sighing quietly. "I've seen enough of Shanty town to know that the most likely scenario is theivery for their own use or sale to other beings in Shanty town to rope them into loan sharks or borderline slavery to cover their debts, or to prepare a group of beings for a gang war, or to prepare beings for less peaceful protests of the conditions in Shanty Town. But I would like to imagine that one day, someone here is going to prove those expectations wrong - and we don't just butcher people on hearsay for much the same reason." She notes, rubbing her forehead.<br> <br>With her search around the building turning up nothing worthwhile, not even a decent crack to look through Sara scoffs at her luck and makes her way back to the main group and shakes her head, and walks past the two ocelots, whispering, "Looked around the place. Looks like the front door is the only entrance." as she passes by them. With the message delivered she continues walking down the road before letting a pair of hidden wings emerge from her cloak and uses them to carry herself to a nearby roof to spy on the thugs shanty.<br> <br>Thelergramor yawns as his stomach growls. "I'm hungry...and now I have a headache." He grumbles something. Clearly in a bad mood, doesn't bode well for these thugs. "So, 4 minutes till we break down the door Angus? I'm not willing to leave them in there. No matter how well they're trained." His stomach groans again. "...Dammit." A hand comes up to rest on his masks beak. "Should've eaten..." The wolf slides down the wall, sits. "Front door it is then..." | ||
Revision as of 07:47, 4 August 2014
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Date
4/8/477
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The humidity of the recent thunderstorm hangs heavy in the air with all the heat, leaving plenty of soft earth, puddles, and enough muggy air to choke an elderly being. That aside, it was a fairly nice evening near the shanties, with a pair of ocelot men dressed in light platemail waiting near the road for the requested help to arrive. "You think this will all work out?" One asks to the other, getting a quiet shrug in reply. "I hope so."
Fenris saunters up, wearing his preferred Shanty Town guise as Amos Longtooth, the shabby, retired army engineer. Accompanying him tonight is a small minotaur golem. "What's the news, boys?" he rasps as he draws near, hands in the pockets of his tatty coat.
Angus walks up to the guards, a steel helmet held underneath his arm as he makes is way over wearing full plate mail for the first time in awhile. "Good evening, what seems to be the problem?" He asks as he turns his gaze over to Amos. He thought he had met the feline before, his ears flicking as he checks to make usre his saber is at his hip.
Selena makes her way through the sprawl of Shanty town, looking over pair of ocelots with a raised eyebrow. "I caught your message. What exactly have you got planned?" She asks, looking over to Angus for a few moments before averting her gaze to Not-Fenris. "Hello to you, as well."
Natska carefully makes her way through the streets of the shanty town, approaching the location from the notice she had picked up at the guild. She is wearing a serious expression, with a slight frown, and has her hat on to shield her face from any returning rain. Angus recieves a slight nod and she falls in place just behind the captain, giving a deeper not to the ocelot guards.
Having finished her drink at the inn, and having little to do elsewhere Sara leaves the building and makes her way to the job boards where she spots a certain posting that almost jumps off the board at her, "Mugging.. gifted.. attacked in Shanty Town?" she mumbles to herself as she looks over the request. After giving the posting a few good taps with her fingers Sara pulls the hood of her cloak over her head and makes her way to the city gates on her way to Shanty Town.
Once at the location the lizard woman makes her way to the two ocelots, and gifted and gives each a nod in greeting quickly following it with a quiet, "Hello. Are you the ones that had filed the request?" her crimson gaze looking the two over as she talks, trying to see if she could see any crest or insignia showing affiliation.
Thelergramor walks behind the rest of the group, but steps to the front after they stop to speak to the armored ocelots. No coat or hat with him. His beak shaped plague mask peers out from within the black scarf wrapped around his head. Only visible weapon is his knife. "Right, as they asked, what do you need?" Still sounds tired, voice muffled by his mask. He glances to the group, gives a nod.
Hood up, cloak loose for the humidity, Glein walks up to the scene, stopping next to Angus. "Sounds like a string of trouble happening here. Makes me wonder who the attack is, or what they want. Just what I'm hearing of the situation, makes it sound like this is a targeted deal." He says, glancing at teh guards and the golem nearby. "Thought I'd help. Afterall, I do need to pay you back for the, help, you provided me Lord Solacious."
Jera is in quite the strange outfit today! Travel worn leather with...pretty ribbons tied all around him. Looks like he's come fresh from a performance. "Good evening, friends. I rushed here as quick as I could." He bows his head politely and joins the crew.
One of the ocelots leans on his spear and looks over those arriving before looking to his companion. "This was quite a fortunate turn-out, brother!" The other adjusts the shield on his arm and nods. "To answer your questions, we've followed one of the muggers here. We staged an assault, and when one of them took the bait, my brother tracked him to one of the shanties over on Arson Street. We needed help because... Well, quite frankly, we do not know how many they have, and we'd rather not bite off more than we can chew."
Amos grins lopsidedly, revealing the single, oversized fang that gives him his name. "Sounds like my kind of fight, boys," he rasps, "But what's the plan?" He turns his good eye on the gathered beings, "Rather not waste good muscle on a bad plan," he says, "When we could round these rotters up quick." He spits in the dirt. "And I have no intention of carryin' my tail home in my hand." He gives a wink with his milky, blind eye to Angus.
Angus nods slowly as he lifts his helmet and puts it on. "So...You've been standing out here in plain sight for everyone to see, so they know we are coming then yes?" He asks as he crosses his arms over his chest and looks to the others. "Are we assault it through the front door, or have you found a secondary entrance?" His gaze switches to Amos as they wink, then over to the others around him before he looks back to the ocelots.
Natska's ears fold for a moment, and she eyes the street of buildings. "Who are we after? I'd rather not storm a building and place an innocent civillian under duress while the target slips out the back door." Her tail swishes. "Which building are they in?"
Selena shakes her head a little at Angus's comment. "It would make more sense if they were in... Well, less official uniform, but someone has to keep watch. I just hope they haven't taken a back entrance out." She replies to the fox, tapping a foot to the pavement and looking up into the air for a moment. "... It feels like forever since I've been here..." She notes, sighing quietly. "Well, Natska's asked a good question. Where are they?"
"Mm.. I see." Sara states as the two brothers give their response, "A good plan, I suppose. Strange though.." Sara mumbles as she taps a finger to her cheek, "Not sure how a bunch of lowlife thugs could manage to defeat a number of gifted though. Figure those that do pass through here are prepared for whatever they'd face." she shakes her head though and states, "Ah well.. it's all speculation." before looking to Selena and nodding, "You and me both.." in regards to her comment on 'it feeling like forever since she had been here'. Looking to the Ocelots later Sara asks, "Have either of you scouted out the area where you believe the attacks originate? If so, what can we expect from the place we're going to be assaulting, the size, possible entrances, windows, that sort of stuff."
Thelergramor crosses his arms, chuckles at the ocelots incompetence. "...Do you want them alive?" He looks to the others for their reactions. "Because it's harder to drag a group of prisoners instead of their leader, yes? And even then, easier just to bring the head." Another glance at the group, looking sidelong through the lenses of his mask.
Glein decides now is the best time to make sure his weapons are ready, just in case. Daggers? Easily reached, and loops holding them in quickly slipped off. Pistol? Strapped down, but easily drawn from the sash around his waist. "Give me directions, I might be able to slip in and get us an idea of what we're up against, as well as any possible 'back doors' they may have, literal or figurative. Whoever's doing this is calculated, precise, and chances are, not stupid." He states, looking to the ocelots, waiting their directions to work on going to the building in question. Information was a powerful commodity, and the use or lack of it could make or break this whole deal.
"Or, perhaps, you know. You could let someone in civilian dress talk them out for a bit. Who knows, they might even leave their doors open in exchange for a promise of a dance." Jera murmurs softly, offering his services. "If you'll back me up, of course."
The first ocelot turns and gestures vaguely into the shanty town. "We've figured we'd be safe enough here. They're on the other side of town, in a large shack. We scoped it out, but didn't linger long so as to avoid suspicion. Hopefully. And they don't mug people here. No, they've been mugging in the city itself, we just followed them back to their little hide-away. No windows, a single door that we were able to see. Like I said, we didn't exactly case the place. That would've looked rather queer." The second ocelot speaks up then. "And they don't really -fight- the gifted. They try to cause a surprise and a ruckus, take the soul gem, or the pendant itself, and flee. As for how they're dealt with... Look, we're not town guard. We should probably arrest them or something, yes, but if something else happens, it happens." An odd look is given to Jera, though. "Perhaps. How you deal with this is up to your group. If we felt confident doing it on our own, we would have. Now, we'll show you the way." They turn at once, beckoning the group to follow them before moving into the town itself.
Fenris gives Jera a look. "That's not a bad idea," he rasps, "Come with me a moment. I have a friend nearby who you should meet." The disguised Lightbringer takes Jera by the arm and leads him into a convenient alleyway. The old alley cat looks over Jera's dress and form then nods. "Wait here, kid," he says, then ducks into an abandoned building. A moment later, a lithe, young fox of similar build and costume to Jera steps out, wearing blue ribbons instead of red. "Call this one Denali," he says in a light, high tenor, "Amos thinks this one can be of service." Hard work getting all that changing done so fast, but maybe it would be worth it. "Denali" takes Jera by the hand and leads him back out of the alley to the group. The foxy dancer crosses his arms over his chest and bows to the group. "Amos sends his regards and me in his stead," he says, "Call this one Denali."
Angus gives a nod as he gets ready to move. "It seems odd they have been stealing soul gems, I am curious as to why they are doing this." He states as he looks to the ocelots, following after them as he turns finally to give Selena a soft smile before looking to the others in the group to finally give them a greeting.
Natska follows after the guards, although the sudden appearance of 'Denali' causes her to raise an eyebrow. However, she doesn't comment on the new person, giving them a small nod instead. "... yes. I would like to know, too. It is a terrible thing they are doing," she comments, following the ocelots. After a moment, she takes her own pendant a drops it inside her shirt, then slips her hands into her jacket's pockets.
Selena peers back at the 'new arrival' before shrugging a little to herself. The reaction from the pair of cats prompts a nod from her. "I'd like to think they're robbing from Firmament to give soulless children out here souls, but it IS also Shanty town." She replies to Natska, sighing quietly as she moves along with the group.
Having listened to the ocelots give their full report, and next to Jera as he offers up a plan of approach the ocelots getting the odd nod with each of their statements, while the lizard woman mentions, "I'm not sure whether that'd be safe or not. Might only give them a possible hostage to take, and a soul necklace to steal. But we'll see when we get there." With the ocelot's departure, Sara breathes a heavy sigh and nods before fishing the dragon-headed pistol out from the belt about her waist, though aside from a few brief checks, and a tedious loading, Sara keeps it partially hidden by the cloak encircling her form.
"No windows? Block the doors with wagons, set the shack on fire. Done." Thelergramor smirks behind his mask. "What? Too brutal? Don't need to say it, I know someone is about to object." He shrugs, starts following the ocelots. "So, we're sending them in? Unarmed. To do what? Dance at them? A group of thugs? I'm sure that will go great." Heavy sarcasm. "Maybe we need a better plan than that." As he moves, he stays closer to the front of the group, though a distance to the side. Staying in darkness to hide.
"Actually, sending them in is a good idea. Provides a distraction while WE case out the place, and learn what these, officers," Glein says, motioning to the Ocelots, "couldn't without raising suspecision as easily from those inside. And they could provide information about it's interior layout if they're allowed back out. If not, well, there is Lord Solacious in his..." Glein wanted to say tin can, but figured that'd be too much, "armor, and the rest of us are likely nimble and unfair fighters."
Jera smiles, bowing his head politely to Denali with his ears folded. "I'll be working with you then? Even better." The kit fox smiles, though his tail flicks annoyedly at Thelergramor's plan. "I don't want another riot in Shanty Town. Peaceful distraction solution first."
Before long, the ocelots stop the group near the edge of a street and gesture ahead. "The shack is around this corner. We don't know the purpose of their theft, but it needs to stop. It's dangerous, and people paid a lot for some of those." Around the corner, the street is fairly empty, save for a few beings milling abou after dark, one of which is sitting at the adjacent building, huddled in rags with a can next to him. The ocelots look at the two dancers and give a gentle nod. "If you two wish to try to bring about a peaceful resolution, you'll have our support as backup, should the need arise. Good luck to you, gentlemen."
Fenris as Denali nods, then takes Jera by the elbow, linking arms with the other dancing fox. "Come along then sweetheart," he says in a high, warm tenor, "Our audience is waiting."
Denali saches down the darkening street, swaying a bit as if he had had a few drinks and was trying to hide it. "Come on sweetie!" he says to Jera, "They'll love having a couple of beautiful dancers for a while." The dancer stops for a second at the sight of the beggar and drops a pair of coins in the can. "For good luck," he giggles, then rejoins Jera to simply knock on the front door, doing his best to look appealing. And even more, to look like a target, his soul gem glittering on a cuff earring.
Angus gives a nod as he looks to the beggar, taking a step back into the shadows to try and get out of sight. He grabs at the hilt of his Saber, checking it before he draws his cutdown musket to make sure it was loaded. Waiting until he is needed.
Natska hangs back with the group, waiting quietly for the others to make their approach. Her tail swishes, and she looks up and down the street, on alert for trouble.
Selena rubs her chin. "I'd be willing to offer assistance with their situation on behalf of the Ironsoul's Defenders if it turns out they're not just ppetty thugs and thieves - if they're supplying soul gems to beings here that can't otherwise afford, but need them." She comments, watching the others move along the street a little perplexedly. "That said, I can't see that going entirely as planned. Burning the house is not an option in Shanty town; particularly where thieves are concerned. We still don't know where a group from a while ago was holding stolen resources which included black powder among other things."
And after some of the more violent attacks on Shanty town being arson or bombings, I would suggest against drawing the attention of any of the beings here. Particularly as a freesword; consider what the people would think if yet another fire is set in Shanty town by well-off beings? It's exacerbating stereotypes that they have down here." She notes back to Thelergramor in a blunt, somewhat matter-of-fact tone, though she waits behind with the others.
After giving Thelergramor's 'idea' a soft growl of displeasure Sara gives him a shake of her head and tells him, "We will not use fire on any of these buildings." her voice harsh, but kept quiet, not willing to give away any plans to anyone listening in. "I'm not going to let innocent people burn because of a poorly contained fire, especially in an area where everything is a fire hazard, so trust me.. if I see any spark coming from your direction you can kiss your other knee goodbye." ending the idle threat with a flash of her pistols before moving on up towards the leaders of the group.
After reaching the destination, Sara looks around and spies a beggar who she walks on over to if only to place an index finger against her lips, and following it with a few crowns into the tin cup of theirs. With the request for silence given, and Jera and the other new dancer making their way to the doorway Sara chooses instead to make her way around the building, looking for any alternate entrances she could exploit, or at the very least block off, her choice of clothing, and hidden soul gem hopefully letting her blend in with the crowd.
Thelergramor shakes his head. Speaking softly, so only those near him can hear. He steps into the shadows with Angus. "For the record, I don't think this will work. I mean, what are the odds these thugs won't just throw them out because they're men? Wouldn't have worked on my old group..." He shrugs, leans against the nearest building. "I'm giving them five minutes. Then, I'm breaking the door down..." He yawns. Speaking to Selena and Sara: "Right, I'm not a 'well off being' though. And I couldn't care less what these jagoffs think. Still, we'll do it the clean way. Probably. No reason to upset them. Yet." He keeps a hand on his knife, the other in his pocket. The wolf shakes his head. "Man, you're all so... noble."
"Noble has nothing to do with this. Practicality does." Glein says, before he himself slipping into the shadows, moving in a different direction from Sara, and instead of going around the building, looking for a means to get atop it, and if so, climbing. By the look of most of the place around them, teh roofs might have slits in it's design from the imperfect boards put in place to help with keeping the rain out. And if he can get a look inside from above, he might have an idea of the inner workings. However, if no such way is found, then he'll move around hte building in the opposite direction as Sara, gratful for the years of experience and training he picked up in Cliffside doing similar work.
Jera follows along with Denali, nodding and putting on a broad smile, deciding to put a chunk of his earnings to the beggar as well. It would be hypocritical of him not to, after his peaceful suggestion. He tucks his own soul pendant under his shirt and then follows the fox to the front door. "We're not selling anything, promise!"
The beggar finds several crown deposited in his can and gives a nod of thanks. "Creators bless you." He peers into the object and gives it five gentle shakes, letting the crown rattle around in it before setting it back down next to him with a pleased look, before pulling his knees back up and watching the group at the building. Glein's attempt to scale the building gets him nowhere. The roof seems just a little too high, and the walls just a little too smooth to offer a way up. Back near the group that stayed behind, a husky being standing on what could be vaguely described as a porch shoots a sour look towards the beings and the mention of 'fires' before heading back into their hovel.
The door to the shack opens ever so slightly, a female fox peeking out from the other side. "What do you want? People are trying to sleep here. It's late, don't you know," she mumbles with a slight edge on her voice.
Denali gives his most winning smile. "Yes, it is late, lovely lady," he warbles, "We only thought that maybe there was a place for a pair of beautiful boys to dance for some supper!" He pulls Jera close so they stand hip to hip. "And if it is too late for a dance, or for supper," he says, "Perhaps a bed that needs warming." He let's the confident mask slip a bit and gestures at his and Jera's relative states of undress. "It looks like it may rain tonight."
Angus shrugs his shoulders a bit. "If it works, it works. If something goes wrong we will handle it. Jera knows how to handle himself and I don't think Denali would venture into this unless they knew what they were doing." He states as reaches underneath his helmet to scratch at his cheek. "Worse comes to worse I will break the door down and we can rush it." He states softly, watching the front door closely as he keeps his arms crossed.
Natska gives Selena a small nod, her ear flicking. "Yeaaa... except the Guild gives out cheap gems to Soulless in need. And the church." Some past memory causes Natska to scowl. "So I don't think they're stealing to provide them to other people." Her tail lashes back and forth, and then with a careful glance up and down the street to make sure nobody is watching, she uses a quick burst of air magic to leap up on top of the building they were hiding next to, then sneaks along the shanty roofs until she was directly across from the target building, getting off the street and crouching in wait.
Selena tsks quietly at Thelergramor's comment, shaking her head slowly. "I'm sorry to hear you say that." She replies - "We aren't here to make trouble, though. And Natska - you don't see many beings from the city out here, much less holding commodities. As I said before, I doubt it's what they're doing. But for once, I'd like to be wrong about assuming the worst to be going on." She replies, sighing quietly. "I've seen enough of Shanty town to know that the most likely scenario is theivery for their own use or sale to other beings in Shanty town to rope them into loan sharks or borderline slavery to cover their debts, or to prepare a group of beings for a gang war, or to prepare beings for less peaceful protests of the conditions in Shanty Town. But I would like to imagine that one day, someone here is going to prove those expectations wrong - and we don't just butcher people on hearsay for much the same reason." She notes, rubbing her forehead.
With her search around the building turning up nothing worthwhile, not even a decent crack to look through Sara scoffs at her luck and makes her way back to the main group and shakes her head, and walks past the two ocelots, whispering, "Looked around the place. Looks like the front door is the only entrance." as she passes by them. With the message delivered she continues walking down the road before letting a pair of hidden wings emerge from her cloak and uses them to carry herself to a nearby roof to spy on the thugs shanty.
Thelergramor yawns as his stomach growls. "I'm hungry...and now I have a headache." He grumbles something. Clearly in a bad mood, doesn't bode well for these thugs. "So, 4 minutes till we break down the door Angus? I'm not willing to leave them in there. No matter how well they're trained." His stomach groans again. "...Dammit." A hand comes up to rest on his masks beak. "Should've eaten..." The wolf slides down the wall, sits. "Front door it is then..."
