Monish looked out across the empty courtyard, the remnants of the fight mostly gone from the group’s hurried cleaned up. If there was a time to slip out then it was now, he thought ruefully. Not that what he was doing was sinister, just….unsavory.
A quick glance back into the manor told him that Rinn was already asleep, recovering from the beating the armor had given the monk. Not that he was much better off, the bruise forming across his chest reminded Monish of that. Deeper in the manor he could see the light the Gnome was using to inspect all the documents and maps they had found outlining the attack on the city. Monish gave himself even odds in getting away from the manor without Papi knowing about it.
Well, if I’m honest with myself he most likely already knows I’m headed out.
With Ker out to get his sister and Fenrith out to get the Widow, it was time for Monish to go see a man about a tattoo. With a small smile the half-elf pulled the deep cowl over his head and slipped out into the town.
The Mermaid’s Cove was a sturdily built tenement in the center second part of the city, Monish had noticed it on their way to the Gull’s Eye Inn. He knew his quarry would be inside on the second floor, after all “The Sheath” had put out the word that the man would be there.
“The Sheath” was a shady information broker back in Del Vhirum, one that owed Monish a few favors. A few weeks ago a message had come from the broker letting Moish know he a small job for him if he ended up in Four Beggar Bay. At the time Monish had thought the request ridiculous, but then again the broker had made some far out requests in the past that had panned out so he memorized the request. It was simple enough, find a man, give him a message, and make sure he understood returning to Del Vhirum was both necessary and none negotiable.
Monish moved quietly across the narrow street; time to pay Kreger the Tailwind; pirate, scoundrel, coward; a visit.
Monish knocked lightly on the thin wooden door, it was well built and he wanted to avoid breaking it if possible.
“What do you want?” Came a gravelly voice as the door was opened.
The wiry man’s eyes grew round with surprise as he took in Monish’s hooded form. Before sailor could force the door close the half-elf took a step into the room forcing the man back. Monish knew from experience that keeping the mark off balance was important in these kinds of jobs.
“Hello Kreger, the Sheath has a message for you.”
“Wwwhat? Who‘re yee.” Kreger asked as he backed up further into the small room.
“Kreger, Kreger. You know who I’m talking about,” Monish said as he popped his knuckles.
A resigned look crossed his salt scared face, “Whats ‘e wan.”
“Mercedes, 7 North, 3 East.”
The emotions that the simple message brought forth in the small man were remarkable, sadness, joy, loss, hope and many more.
“Bbbut ow’d he….” the old sailor stammered.
“Your also to head back to Del Vhirum, he wants to see you, in the flesh.”
“Wha? Now? No, no. Ya see the mess a’ the dock? Would be suis…”
Monish slammed his palm against the wall behind the pirate and whispered, “tonight Kreger. He knows you always have a back way out of everywhere. You’re leaving tonight.”
Kreger worked his jaw for a few seconds then his body seemed to slump, “Aye, t’nite then. Will cost me though.”
A slow smile with too many teeth stretched across Monish’s mouth. “Perhaps I can help with that.”
“Wha..” Kreger said a little fearfully.
“As you are going to see the Sheath anyway, maybe you can give him something for me and maybe I’ll pay you for your troubles.”
“Pay?” the sailor asked tentatively.
Without a word Monish turned and set a folded parchment and 5 gold crowns on the room’s small table.
“Make sure he gets it. He knows it’s coming,” Monish figured a little lie for safety couldn’t hurt.
The half-elf turned and stepped out of the room, without turning he said, “tonight Kreger, if you don’t leave tonight you may never leave.”