The street outside Becx's house is thankfully empty and there is indeed light spillage from the many windows and doors of the street , as they stand there a group or people cross the junction of Sword and Blue street, carrying torches and heading towards the Farmers Quarter. Waiting until they pass Hoskar and Kobal check the corners and cross nonchalantly over Sword Street, past the luckily closed door of Loud Lilina's and into the alley mouth that passes Geo's and eventually opens into Holy Street.

It's pretty dark in there and there's the sound of singing coming from it's depths. It'll be Geos and Hoskar knows that this is the domain of the Deadheads and those fanatically loyal to Sartar.

Those following wait to see if the alley is clear, staying in the shadows at the corner of Becx's house.

Kobal's maul cat stiffens "Big cats down there" he mentions to the Thunderbird brave.



From behind the door of Loud Lilina's opens and a man stumbles out

"Hoskar!" he calls drunkly on spotting the brave "We yoush goings?" It's Texo the merchant and he is plastered.
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Kobal ignores Texo and walks - slowly - further down.  Haaro, those big cats are just around Geo's?  If so, I figure they're just familiars for Orlanthi.  Or do they look a threat?

"Well not a threat to you, put they don't like me. Some are familiars." comes back the scared answer.

Texo goes up to Hoskar arms out and looking to embrace the brave.
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In reply to GM (msg # 3):

Hoskar stays back, left hand on hip, the other holding his staff.

Sorry mate. None of your nevermind tonight. Private business. Legal and private. I'll tell you when you're sober. Turn round and walk off he states levelly. There is a slight smile on his face, but his voice is both low and firm.

Texo, cross eyed, looks at Hoskar for a long moment, swaying back and forth, before answering "Do I know you?" then narrowly avoiding falling over he begins to make his way up the alley way, singing loudly, whilst careening from wall to wall.

Looking back Hoskar can see Ohanzee, Amara, Grundar and the Trolls waiting for a signal.
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The whole district is pretty loud, what with the various inns and Taverns, but also the murmur of folk speaking in their homes, some shouting, others laughing. Animals can be heard too, especially those in the farmers quarter, from which comes the occasional sounds of Bison, High Llamas, Zebras and Sables.

As for the smell, it's not as bad as Fire Season, but the alley way certainly smells unsavoury.

Melock, Temush and Henal are at the back, still lounging outside Becx's. The street is quite, though it sounds if people are coming from the other end, on Salt Street, where the High Walls of the Big Rubble loom over the houses below.

Hoskar yawns, stretches, and moves onward. Delayed by a drunk Texo there, cat. Moving on past Lilina's. He went up the alley we're using, so I'm keeping an eye on him.
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Leading the way Kobal and Hoskar are soon turning the corner of the alley leading to Geo's, from which streams light, singing and the shadows of many people.

There's a few folk lounging in the alley way, sat in doorways, leaning out of windows, chewing the fat and drinking.

No one at first pays them a bit of notice, though as they near Geos several forms separate from the shadows, revealing themselves to be members of the local streetgang.

"A bit lost are we?" says one, with another adding "Farmers Quarters back that way." The last is aimed at Kobal.

As they talk several feline forms drop down from above, the Alynxes approaching Haroo for a shuftie.

Meanwhile the group containing the trolls arrive at the alley mouth and begin advancing up it.


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At the front of the following group Ohanzee's eyes easily pierce the Darkness in the alley as he keeps alert for anyone stepping out of a doorway or rounding the corner.

Above the occasional low buzz of wings is easily drowned out as Snuff takes to the wing to drop from one building roof to the neighbour or fly up to the next. He too is alert to dangers up here, but would rather face them than the ever hungry mouths of the Dark Trolls below.

Still smiling faintly, Hoskar nods to the various Deadheads and yawns again.  I'll make sure this one doesn't "invade" anywhere he remarks humorously as he strolls on.

Streetgang hanging around but no fighting

"Gonna cost you to pass through" says one of the street tuffs, as he cracks his knuckles. "Coin that is."

In reply to GM (msg # 12):

Tell them to keep coming. No real threat, might need muscle

Shaking his head, Hoskar loses his smile. Oh bugger off he says wearily. I can call Govoran's men who I employ today out of Geo's there. Or kick your spines out your heads myself. Or wait thirty heartbeats for my friends. Or good word you on Grundar's next piece of fun.

Your move.
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The thugs didn't expect this response and Hoskar's threats are immediately backed up by the appearance of the two guards from earlier in the day

"Aye you lot can let them through. They are friends of Garhound and not to be hassled. You hear me?"

There's a round of nodding and the youths move out of the way, allowing Kobal and Hoskar to pass unmolested. Haaro suddenly finds himself free to move too, the Alynxes suddenly feigning disinterest.

Another yawn and stretch alerts those following that it's okay to pass and onwards they go. Eyes follow the Trolls but nothing is said as the Rangers have been marked as friends. Amara's gifted Torc helps matters too, as those seeing it glint in the light give the warrior looks of respect as she passes.

Up above Ohanzee's beetle buzzes along happily.

Hoskar and Kobal are soon crossing the much wider Holy street and waving the others across, between groups of late night revellers as they begin to head home or set off for all night lock ins.

Having kept pace with the others, those at the back can still hear the footsteps behind them. They have kept pace with the Rangers but haven't yet shown themselves.