Café de Nuit

Fild jumps up from his cot. "OK then."
Then he looks the man up and down. "Could we get some credentials friend? We've already been trapped once you see. No offence."

alhoon wrote:Fild jumps up from his cot. "OK then."
Then he looks the man up and down. "Could we get some credentials friend? We've already been trapped once you see. No offence."

''Credentials?"
The man shrugs. He brings his hands together over his chest and waggles his fingers in some sort of gesture the gnome doesn't recognize.

Damien stands from the cot and moves close to the builder. He whispers to the man, and the man whispers back.

After a moment, Damien turns to Fild and Alfonse.
He smiles.
"His credentials look good to me."
In a whisper too low to carry to the Watchmen at the door, Damien adds,
"He's a guildsman." He winks at the gnome.
"His guys work with doors, locks, vaults, fences, cellars, windows and all that kind of stuff. You understand?"

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"That sounds very good to me. I trust people that work in that line of business more these days."

alhoon wrote:"That sounds very good to me. I trust people that work in that line of business more these days."

The 'builder' chuckles.

Damien grins.

Tom gets his gear and weapons and says:

"I'm ready to go as well. So the plan is to wait for the fuss and when the guards go to check it out we enter, search for Richard, get him and leave right? We will not go after Aldron tonight."

"Not unless an opportunity presents itself," Alfonse says.

Fild nods, ready.

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THE PARTY TRAVELS TO THE SOUTHERN FRINGE OF THE FOLBRE ESTATE, IN THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING...


Torches and lanterns shine here and there from the fences, thorn hedges, and masonry walls that form the long perimeter of the Folbre estate. Some of the fires move and some hang still.
As the adventurers creep closer, they see murky figures walking in the night, some revealed by the watchlights and some by moonlight glinting off metal weapons.
It might be dozens of men on foot.
Somewhere in the near distance, the sounds of neighing and hoofbeats.

And further still, lights burn in the upper windows of a black manse that rises on a low hill overlooking the vineyards, gardens, pastures, and small outbuildings of the estate: Folbre House.
It looks to be long mile from this section of the perimeter.
A road , white chalk showing against dark earth and grass in moonlight, connects the house to a gate about a quarter mile west. More lights there, and noise of armored men, horses, voices.

To reach the house from this section of the estate perimeter, the party must get past the fences and watchers at the edge of Folbre's lands, evade any traps or enemies lurking in the fields and outbuildings, and then breach the smaller wall around the house itself.
Scouting about, they have found no less patrolled section.

Gertie whispers to THOM,

"He's got a lot of men!"

DAMIEN pushed in close to his fellow, hunching to keep a low profile.
"Yeah," he whispers," A lot of men, but maybe most of them patrolling the edges. Could be the center is weaker. Unless he hired mercs we don't..."


Damien turns round and stares into the nightscape closer to the water, away from the estate.
He points out the dark rooftops of Fishtown, a suburb of the city, hard by the Bay.
"GERTIE, our friends are coming from there, right?"

The girl nods.

DAMIEN says,
"Okay. It's less distance than we had to cover on foot. Any minute now..."

"We could use my sleep spell to open a hole in their patrols," Alfonse suggests, "Assuming we don't want to save it for later."

Fild looks up to the wizard. He has the short sword and shield in his hands, the Arquebus in his back. "I think you should save it for later. This time we may get in without the aid of magic. Getting back out would be the tricky part, or evading the guards. In any case, do we keep our word? Or we trash the place as good as we can, even setting it on fire to delay pursuers, after we save poor Richard Savelle?"

Alfonse smiles grimly. "Oh, I think there could certainly be a few...accidents to the house on the way out."

Tom smiles mischievously.

"You can bet on that."

Ruddy light flares up off in the west, at some point along or just within the fenceline.
Shouting follows, and the drumming of hooves.

DAMIEN says,
"Looks like our friends have started a fire. Let's slip through, try and get past any watchers while they are distracted."

He creeps toward the line of hedges and masonry walls that forms the estate perimeter.

OVER THE STONE FENCE


ALFONSE and the others hear a commotion on the other side of the fence.

Alfonse tries to get over quietly, but slips and falls into a small thorn bush growing on the opposite side. His stifled cursing draws the attention of a pair of men with torches, who draw closer to investigate.

Gertie fades into the night, using the distraction Alfonse provided to protect herself.

More watchers appear, chasing Damien across the field near the inner side of the fence-line, past Alfonse. Damien nearly trips on Alfonse, but rights himself and grabs the wizard's shirt.
"Quick, signore, with me!"
He draws a dagger and moves in front of Alfonse.

The seven men close in, five pulling clubs from their belts while the other two lift their torches a bit higher for a good look at the intruders.

Thom and the others clamber over the wall to find Alfonse and Damien facing seven men in padded armor, with torches and clubs.

Gertie lurks a little distance behind the guards--and they give no indication of having spotted her.
As Sixt and the gnome plop down, one of the seven men glances their way.
"Rotgrubs! We've got more company!"


Gertie shifts her position just enough to avoid being seen by Folbre's goons.