As thoughts of the past lounged in his mind, Goose's stomach brought him back to reality as the faint airs of food filled his lungs. Nothing makes a man more hungry than a late night brawl and a couple drinks of whiskey. Mostly the brawl.
There was a particular craving for pie beginning to rise from his stomach, specifically rhubarb. He hadn't had a good rhubarb pie in a long time, or any pie for that matter.
Goose figured he deserved something nice after all this nonsense, so he peered into the windows he passed for pies.
::Sadly, none of the windows he peered into gave him what he sought. Most bakers, especially those with an actual storefront, either sold all their wares by the end of the day or had some speacial way to store them for cheaper sales tomorrow so the product did not spoil more than they could help it.
Goose's exploration did uncover one thing though...
At the shop of what appeared to be a jewlery vendor there was a pane of glass in a window that from a distance, did not seem to be reflecting the light of the torches and lanterns like those around it.::
As he was beginning to trust that this evening could in fact get worse, Goose noticed the strange reflection coming from the jeweler store, or rather the lack thereof.
It seemed like a little matter to investigate, but hey, he wasn't doing anything else. For all Goose knew those windows just didn't have any shine to 'em. The hunter proceeded to the shop to see how its panes refused to reflect any light.
::It seme the reason the glass refused to reflect the light was due to the fact that there was no glass in the pane. Well with the exception of a few jagged broken pieces at the edges.
There also came the sound of movement inside, now that he was close enough to hear.::
A robbery, Goose thought as he examined the broken glass. Far be it for anyone to say he wasn't an upstanding citizen, but he knew a misunderstanding a mile away when he saw it.
The thief was still inside, it seemed like, but Goose didn't want to be mixed up with something he might be blamed for, especially now that he'd made so many friends at the tavern.
With a sigh, he looked around for any Sentinels on night duty before deciding to investigate the shop himself should there not be.
::There were none in sight, perhaps the patrol routes had not come around yet...
There came a crash from inside, though not a loud one, perhaps from a back room and with it the hushed sounds of voices too low to make out what's being said.::
Leaning on the fact he had nothing better to do anyway, and perhaps he might be rewarded for his service, Goose pondered how to go about this.
He didn't know the lay of the building inside, and if tried to climb over the window he'd likely make some noise aside from hurting himself. If there was a backdoor, the intruders would likely try and break through it if they panicked and Goose can't run worth a damn. He needed to be back there first.
Goose walked over to the rear of the building to try and find an exit the thieves could use, readying his bow as he did. If he could make them bolt back out the front, they'd have to go through the window again if they were in a hurry, hurting themselves, or try and break down the door. Either way, it would give Goose a chance to run back and catch them with an arrow.
::Goose discovered the reason the theives had went in through the front as opposed to the back. There were no windows there as it backed up to an alley. There was a rear door, but it was solid wood and also windowless. Obviously the owners had taken precautions against intruders coming in through the back.
While he leaned against the wall there came another crash from inside, this time a bit louder as he was at the back of the house near the source of the sound.::
Goose went around back to the front, there was no way these fools were going to make a quick escape now. With his bow raised and aimed through the shattered window, he shouted inside.
"This is Sentinels! We got the house surrounded and archers at the ready. Come out with your hands high in surrender and you won't be harmed. Any resistance will end violently."
::There came a loud crash from the back of the house, followed by the smash of the back door being thrown open and the heavy thud of booted feet on the hard earth.::
He figured they couldn't be strong enough to knock down a door, Goose was wrong, evidently. Cursing at himself under his breath, the hunter ran to the rear of the building as fast as he could.
As soon as he reached the back, he'd look for the backs of the thieves and put an arrow on their romp.
::You reach the back to find the door swinging on its hinges. Seems they had unlocked it from the inside and the thieves, in their haste, had simply shoved it open hard enough to rebound off the wall.
The very same thieves were now trying to run down the alley to the left, toting a rather heavy looking satchel between the pair of them. The weight and awkwardness of the bag slowing them down.::
Goose muttered some more curses under his breath, some so old and arkane it would make the gods blush. Yea, he went there. If these idiots were going to make him run all night there was going to be some kind of hell to pay. The man was just starting to sober up a bit after all, he didn't need exercise to ease it along.
As soon as the hunter had good sights on them, he let fly an arrow to the back of the knee of one of the thieves, but not before shouting, "Stop or fall where you stand!"
::The pair stumble in surprise as the words carry to them. They are more surprised by the arrow that flies right after and one of them drops to the ground with a scream of pain, clutching at his knee. The other almost falls himself as the burden of the heavy bag become his alone.
He rights himself and lets go of the loot as he continues to take off towards the edge of the alley, now much quicker without the bag in hand.::
Goose didn't have time to fetch and ready another arrow before the other mut would get away. It didn't matter, the Sentinels would get at him if they had the time to get their hands out of their arses. Letting an old man do their work for them...
His hand went for another arrow anyway as he used it to aim down the stranger he shot before.
"Evening, young'n. Sorry to interrupt yer evening with that gentleman, but you seemed to have been draggin' something that was'n yours. I'm sure it just got stuck on ya as you were enjoying yer evening. Happens all the time."
Goose pulled the string slowly so that the stranger could hear the tension and how it ached to be set free.
"Now then, you know where your friend went off to?"