Chapter 11: Taken by the Valkyrie
Finn Razzel is a man of many and diverse talents. He is a burgeoning thief, and an adaptive wizard. He can hold his own in a fight, as he has proved already once this evening, taking down a man built like an ox with only a single, masterful blow of his dagger. And recently, Finn realizes as he feels the small but heavy pouch of coin that he cannot keep himself from fondling every other moment, he has become a man of means. Not that he has the time to really to dwell on it or spend it just yet... but all in due time.
For now, Finn would mollify himself from his eagerness to spend his newfound wealth by throwing himself entirely into his next job, removing himself and his new acquaintance Behar from the city of Azer. Really, he was killing two birds with one stone, on one hand, he was earning even more coin from Dirk, who seemed to be swimming in the stuff, and on the other hand he was preventing himself for being arrested by the Ministry of Serendipity who was surely looking for him even now in the city below. Finn wasn't sure what would happen if he was caught, especially with Behar, but he was certain beyond a doubt that whatever did happen would be extremely bad for his future prospects. That was why it was so important that they didn't get caught.
With the comb that was provided in the small closet, Finn brushes through his new hair one last time, trying to ensure that the wig both looked believable and entirely covered his brown hair below. He had done a decent job, he decided, though it still pained him that he had to shave off his entire beard and dye the hair of his eyebrows somewhat so that the colors matched more closely and didn't give the entire look away. Finn had decided on giving the two men the look of deckhands, picking out some coveralls for each of them to wear, along with a warm jacket that would not only keep them from freezing while they were out on the open water on a bitterly cold night, but also cover the cloth armor that Finn still wears underneath his clothes.
For Behar, after a few minutes of convincing, and then restating every word slightly differently, and then saying things over again painstakingly slow, Finn had managed to convince the man to match him, though in his case he had shaved the man's head entirely, and trimmed his beard much closer, combing it through with a thin layer of bleach that had turned the hair a dirty sort of blonde. Matching his eyebrows as well with care, Finn hands him a stiff cloth tunic and coveralls to wear overtop along with another thick coat. The black clothes the man had on earlier Finn stuffs back in the closet, deciding that he wants nothing to do with them.
Looking around for last items to grab, Finn thrusts a few handfuls of the wayfarer bread and a skin of water into his bag. He wasn't sure how long he was to be on his trip down to Trent but it felt downright foolish to leave without any supplies for the two of them. Finally nodding at his charge, Finn makes his way downstairs, creeping to the back door of the safe house where he listens first, then peeks his head slightly out before taking a cautious step out into the street and beckoning Behar behind him.
The plan had been simple. Mary had left some twenty minutes ago, promising to stir up a distraction to make the way out easier for him. She had gone northeast, towards the freemen district trying to cause the law to think that they were making a break towards the heavy forests to the east. Meanwhile, Finn and Behar would make their way south towards the southeastern edge of the city, where their boat would be waiting in a small alcove which Dirk described. It all seemed fairly straightforward, if not simple. However, for Finn, the most important question was, which way to head... Perhaps the most direct route would be due south, which would run them through the port on the way to the shoreline. However, they could also go southeast, cutting through the market and the city slums before they finally made it to the shoreline.
OOC: Welcome back to the action Finn. You have successfully adopted costumes produced by the goods at the safe house. I also took the liberty of having you add some food and drink to your inventory, since it was there. The two options I put for direction are roughly equidistant, although the port is more well lit at night (due to near constant business or loading/unloading of cargo), of course, your costumes will also fit in slightly better there. Conversely, once you get through the market to the slums you can be assured that you will be moving in inky blackness until you get to your craft (about half the distance to your goal). The costumes still work there, but it is an odd time for them to be going too or from work. Of course, you could go other directions as well, west is the nobles district (which can get you down to the port), Northeast is the freemen's district and north will place you on the main road that goes out of the city towards the Templar's college. Northwest (the direct opposite of the direction you want to go) is where the Governor's manor and several other gated grounds of the mega rich... a distinctly bad direction for survivability. Let me know if there is anything else you want to grab from the safe house in your next post, otherwise you don't have it.
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