She stopped suddenly, putting out her hand again as she ducked behind a shopkeeper's wagon. She put a finger to her lips.
This one's going to be hard. She pointed to a building made of stone, one of the only two-story buildings in town. The second story was a small tower, lit from within.
We may need to get up there. I know this place. It's a store...sells armor if I remember correctly. There won't be anyone on the bottom floor at night.
Kerag stopped behind Margrett, crouching low. She warned him but the challenge adversely excited him. He bowed his head low, eye focusing on the small lit tower above them. He turned and looked at Margrett.
"Climbing might be our best option, If we want to keep the bottom floor undisturbed. He sized up the stone walls, and tried to determine whether he could climb them or not.
"Might even be able to throw you up to the second story." He said this as an afterthought, confident he could easily pick her up and toss her.
"But of course, it's whatever you're comfortable with Margrett."
Kerag pointed at the wagon, "After I boost you, I'm going to bring the wagon and see If I can't give myself a boost up and either jump or climb from there, whatever works." He could tell she was taking his plan seriously now. Kerag went ahead and grabbed the side of the wagon, taking it with him as he approached the stone wall, gesturing for Margrett to follow.
Close to the wall he released the wagon and came to a knee, cupping one hand over the other. "Step and jump from my hand, and I'll throw you up."
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"It's not like I haven't done this before..." Kerag lied, glad for once that his grumbling voice was difficult to read into. He felt Margrett touch his head for balance, and once he was sure, he pushed up, lifting Margrett as he did so, tapping into his reservoir of strength and enduring vitality to ensure a high throw.
He then entered the cart, judging the distance between himself, the wall, and the second story. He braced himself, tensing his leg muscles, preparing to leap, and shot forward and up with all his strength, hands outstretched, clasping for the ledge.
His throw was good, Margrett tossed into the air well enough that she flew up and grabbed onto the bars on the window. It was a little loud, metal clanking on metal, but no one seemed to notice. She looked down and gave Kerag the thumbs up. Kerag himself was able to grab onto the windowsill, and Marg gave him a hand up.
We may be able to bust open this window over there.
She jerked her head to a spot where the bars were rusted and broken, a few feet to the right near Kerag.
Kerag took Margett's hand and found his footing, pleased with another successful plan, returning her thumbs up. He looked at the rusty bars and chuckled. "Not a problem." He crossed over to the barred window, grasping the rusted bars and forcing them further apart, giving them enough room to get through once the window shattered.
He drew back his elbow, cranking his arm for a good swing. His fist bust through the window, glass shattering and breaking apart into pieces, making a fair amount of noise. If someone was inside, there was no doubt they knew intruders were here.
Kerag wasted no time entering the small tower, hand wrapped around the handle of his large sword.
"Stormscrabble?!" The orc shouted, his legs far apart in a swordsman's stance, nostrils flaring.
There was a gasp as Kerag broke in, and a small green man, dressed in a fine suit, sitting at a desk in the middle of the room, gasped and scrambled to his feet. The room was lush and filled with gaudy riches; perfect for a goblin's self-important eye. The goblin yelled and ran to the door, trying in vain to unlock it.
D-don't kill me! I'm just a flunky! I'm a paperpusher! Stormscrabble's not here!
Kerag's intense gaze fell upon the goblin and the orc bellowed a deep laugh.
"Do you think me slow goblin?" Sir Kerag asked, emphasizing goblin with a snarl. He pulled the sword from its sheath, the battered battle-blade's edge reflecting the gold and treasure set about all around them. He drove the sword into the table and walked over to the goblin in a quick stride, snorting and growling at the little creature.
"You wouldn't lie to an angry orc would you, paperpusher?" He reached for the goblin's throat, intending to lift him in the air and choke him a little. "I can smell the bullshit from here." His nostrils flared again, sniffing the goblin.
"I think you're trying to pull a fast one on me Stormscrabble."
The goblin tapped his fingers together, swallowing as Margrett rolled in after Kerag.
Okay. Okay, you got me. I'm Stormscrabble. But but but! He put up his hands defensively.
I am just a flunky! You don't hurt me...maybe I get a little bit of a lightened sentence, and I tell you my contacts in the soul market. They're pulling the strings. They're here in town, I swear. He looked to Margrett hopefully, who crossed her arms.
What do you think, Kerag? You think we can shut down this little operation for good?
Kerag let go of the goblin after he admitted the truth, grumbling about how he wished he'd given him a reason to break his fingers. The orc nodded, rubbing his chin whilst contemplating Stormscrabble's proposal.
"If this is a wild goose chase, not even bars will keep you safe from me goblin." He tilted his head at Margrett. "Between the two of us I do. I would set this creature upon a stake, but we have an opportunity to shake down more than some two-time lackey. Yeah, lets pursue this and see what comes of it."
He patted the goblin on the head forcefully, "You've sworn, now speak what you know, I'm sure Officer Mikael will be merciful."
Under the bridge on the south side of the city is a grate into an old storage basement for a house that isn't there anymore. Go down there and they'll be there. Three of them I don't know what they are. I swear! Margrett took another cord from her waist and nodded.
Officer Kerag, restrain him. We'll take him with us. She handed him the rope.
Kerag grinned, gladly accepted the rope and set about immediately restraining Stormscrabble to the table, inches away from his battle-blade. He looked at Margrett and laughed. "Officer? Have you deputized me Margrett?" Not that the title offended or bothered him in any way, There was little difference between 'Sir' and 'Officer' to him. He made sure to bind the small green wrists and ankles to the table, retrieving his sword and sheathing it.
"You've aided in our investigation Stormscrabble, albeit forced, but helped you did. For your sake I hope this endeavor proves fruitful." Officer Kerag stepped away from the foul goblin and reconvened with Margrett.
"Assuming you know where he's talking about, we best hurry." He passed Margrett and leaped from the second story, armor clanking and rattling as he landed on the ground, turning back around. "If you don't wish to jump, I'll catch you." He offered in a most gentlemanly fashion.
She smiled down and jumped, chuckling when he caught her. She climbed down to the ground, tipping her hat.
You're a gentleman, Officer. And yes, deputized. I'm sheriff of this town in all but name and as far as I'm concerned you have a job. If you'll take it. She cracked her neck and headed south.