Into the Cidadel

"So where's the money?" 

That was the statement that greeted my back as I was walking out of this shamble of a village. From no other than Lim's lips.

I should have expected as much.

"What money?" I asked over my shoulder, not bothering to turn around.

"The money you stole from the men WE killed. That's party treasure, and you have to share it."

That statement almost, and I mean almost made me stop. I'll be damned by Kolos before I have to do anything for a stinking human. I do things because I choose to. Party treasure? Well, of course I have heaps and heaps of gold and silver on my person...not likely. Well not heaps. That would make too much noise. How does he expect we are going to eat once inside, and compensate those people who need a bit of coin to loosen their tongues? Of course personal greed is showing through, what else should have I expected?

"I don't know what money your talking about Lim, all I have is one small sack of coins, mostly coppers. Now be quiet. We are getting close. All of you be as quiet as you can be. I'll get us in."

Nicely diverted, if I do say so myself.

I did hear him grumble. "I saw her take something from them, I know what it was." And Alloriah's "She said be quiet, we'll deal with money later. Do you want to get us caught?"

Whispering for them to continue on, I slipped into the shadows, and hurried forward to check the entrance. And then waited for them to catch up. I showed them how to enter, and for Darren and Lim it was a bit of a tight squeeze. But enter we did, and then we began a rather uneventful track underground. This took some time, and the air is old and damp in there, but reach the end of our dark damp trek we did. I told them to follow me two at a time.

Inside we slipped, and through a few streets before I lead them to a inn, to get rooms of course, and dinner. In a private room. While waiting for dinner we discussed our 'plan' which consisted of them babbling, and me hoping to receive our food quickly. When it was delivered, our map was too, lovely, two for the price of one. Looking over the map of the city, I decided our route. And upon them finishing the meal we left to it.

I noticed more guard patrols then when last I was here a few weeks ago. Not much I could do about that, so I tried to avoid them as much as possible. We were stopped by one set of guards, and questioned to why we were out so late. It was then that I found out that human women were to be silent. That particular lesson left a stinging hand mark on my face, and me forcing myself to look at the ground in apparent humiliation. While really I was trying not to let my anger show. If we were in a different place, he would have a blade mark on his matching cheek.

Eventually, after taking three left turns, our bearings were set, and the mark's abode was being watched by us. Even outside the style of this place was different. Guards at the front gate, cliche. Guard towers set up along the wall surroundings the building, expected. I slipped into the back garden to find a less conspicuous entrance for six uninvited guests. I found a slipknot place for myself to enter. Perhaps this will suffice? Backtracking to our group and sharing my information, made it painfully obvious to myself, that I know little about thinking for a larger force. I was shamed privately. 

I work alone. Let me rephrase, I worked alone, now I have to think on a larger level, a over six foot tall, and not so compact level. This may take some getting use to.