Leo
With the lock picked, Leo pushed the door open, no torchlight came from within, standing back up, Leo stepped over the threshold into the darkness.
Moonlight steaming through small slits in the walls and ceiling illuminated the crime den.
Or rather, the now empty crime den.
Leo moved into the room, it was abandoned, tables, some upturned, still stood on the floor. The odd pair of bone dice still resting on the wooden surface.
Leo looked down, and noticed a dark stain on the floor, it was only then that he realized what had happened here.
A massacre. Bodies of felons lay scattered across the floor, blades still embedded in their bodies.
Leo moved through them, he opened the door that led into Carbos’ study, it was completely empty, save for an overturned table, along with some pages of ledgers and a quill and inkpot that now resided on the floor.
Turning back to look back around the main room, Leo realized.
Carbos was one of the most powerful crimelords in the city, a massacre like this could have only happened because of one thing;
Carbos’ demise.
Leo turned tail and ran out of the building and down the alleyways, his boots pounding through the dirt backstreets.
He had to find Briccone, where had the other Inquisitor said to meet him? Oh yes, the Slaughters.
Leo ran through the alleys, left, right, right, straight ahead, left then right again, eventually he arrived in the Slaughters, a wide street full of butcher’s stalls.
The empty tables still lined the streets, during the daytime the street would echo with the sound of butchers promoting the carcasses of fresh meat, bought in the cattle market only a few streets away, before being killed in the houses lining the street, before being dragged out onto the tables from which they were sold.
The sounds of merrymaking emanated from a tavern, the Hog In Armour.
Leo moved down the street, looking around. Where was Briccone? He needed to find him. And quickly.
Hoping to find the other thief, he walked down the street towards the tavern.
Leo quickened his pace, and soon reached the building, he looked up at the crude, chipped painting of a hog in a breastplate and hauberk that hang above the open doorway, which Leo stepped through.
Inside, the butchers congratulated themselves on a good days trade, or at least, those who had had a good days trade did.
The bar was crowded with the butchers, still wearing their blood-stained clothes. Mainly as they were the only clothes they had.
Other butchers, those who had not had such a good day, sat at the tables in silence.
Leo made his way to the bar, where he signalled to the barmaid to bring him a beer.
He flicked a few copper pieces onto the bartop as he took the tankard and sat at an empty table, watching the door.
His fingers drummed on the table as he sipped his tankard, waiting for Briccone.
Daniel and Oren
Daniel and Oren moved towards Uurden and Rothaw, hoping to overhear snippets of conversation.
As they grew nearer, the could make out what the two were saying.
“We can’t do it, we have to end it now. They’re causing too much trouble.” Uurden whispered.
“We have to!” Rothaw insisted. “We can’t afford to stop now! We have to keep going!”
“No, I don’t like it Rothaw.” Uurden replied.
“You know what is at stake! We have to-“ Rothaw’s eyes drifted onto Oren and Daniel, whilst he ignored Oren, his eyes moved to see the Inquisitorial badge that Daniel wore.
“What is it?” Uurden asked, before turning to see the pair.
Rothaw turned back to Uurden, before walking away towards the exit, he made a beckoning gesture behind him and Uurden followed.
