"Oh, I wouldn't worry about his friends out there." The Zofien thief hooked a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing towards the tent entrance. "It'll be a while before they come to, and when they do they'll have to figure out a trick knot tying them to a wagon wheel." With a smirk he leaned in towards the face of their captive, letting the man see the feral green eyes and animalistic fur hidden beneath the cloak's shadow. "So, just the three of us, tough guy."
The sellsword was beginning to sweat, clearly terrified. "L-look, I was just following orders, okay? I don't want any trouble, please!"
"Oh OK just making sure I didn't want them to rush in here to try to save there friend here while we ask him some questions"She added as she motioned to her cot. "Have a set...and tell us...who hired you and why?"She asked him curiously as she withdrew the dagger slightly for him to sit."I wouldn't advise running...and I also wouldn't advise going off and telling anyone about us either....besides I don't think it would set well with my friends back home if they learned that you snuck into a ladies tent at night to murder her.Don't you agree?"She asked him.
"I - I was only doing what I was told, I swear!" The man blathered after Isis told him to sit. Since he was still on his feet and apparently not listening Kassom stepped up and gave him a quick shove, causing him to finally take the seat he'd been given. The thief glared at the sellsword with an altogether unpleasant look.
"By whom? Who sent you in here to kill her?"
"Jarus Hawthorn -- he runs our outfit, the Iron Thorns. He said she was a fence posing as a knight, barely different from a thief; he had a client who said she helped steal some family heirloom from him. That's all I know, I swear!"
"Psh. Dumb mercs, don't even bother to fact-check a story before you kill someone? Idiot." Kassom pulled out one of his throwing knives and began twirling it, almost idly -- knowing well that the sellsword's eyes would be on it. "Who's the client?"
"I don't know! Jarus doesn't tell us things like --"
Kassom turned to Isis. "Whoever hired them is still in the camp according to the tracker, and clearly has coin to throw around. This guy's worthless, just a pawn of a pawn. We need to decide our next move," He glanced at their captive. "Without prying ears to overhear. Thoughts?"
Isis had tilted her head at Kassom when he had shoved the guy slightly to take a seat before he had began to question the man pulling out a throwing knife and twirling it in his hands before turning back to her.
"Hmmm let me think for a minute"She said as she glanced back at the captive. She wasn't found of killing someone unless she had to and apparently the person throwing the coin around was giving out bad information about her. She smirked slightly and shook her head as she looked at the captive. "So you loyal to outfit?"She asked him curiously as she stepped towards him knowing full well he was scared to death of what might become of him .She was thinking of a plan in her head. "And did this Jarus fellow give you any coin to come kill me or was you just following orders....you know it is a mystery to figure out what to do with you.....could just kill you unless you become useful to me..I mean how many fellows here would get the wrong idea if I appeared to have been....what do you say....sexual assaulted....I don't think most of theses mercs would take kindly to that of a young lady like myself....I already have two gentlemen who would probably slice your thing off if they found out....and I promised to probably buy something from them since they wore so kind to me"She said as she pondered the thought and let it sink in as she turned back to Kassom. Pulling him to the side slightly."So should we make a fool of this person or not?"She whispered in his ear"We could send him back out with a letter to his outfit saying it is a top secret mission that we are one from some random lord....and we could use them to spread to word out a bit more....making the person angry and most likely knowing it is a trap,but feels foolish for me not being dead and the item not being in his hand and tries to strike again....,but theses are just some random thoughts"She added still in a whisper before she turned her head back to the captive.
Kassom couldn't help but smirk. "My my, aren't you the devious one! That's fairly clever, actually." He seemed to ponder the notion for a moment. "... If nothing else, it gets them off our backs for a bit -- I don't feel like fighting a whole camp of mercenaries if we don't have to." He turned his gaze to Isis and whispered very quietly. "I'd just about pinned down the lantern's location, so a bit more time and I should know for sure, especially if this plan of yours gets whoever has it to move it. I'd say go for it, but I don't have any paper, ink, or quill on me. You?"
"I yes I do"Isis said with a smile as she had moved to beside her cot and had opened a small little box she carried around with her and opened it it had a quill ink and some folded up paper in it and she handed it to him."Here ya go"She said as she looked back to the man before she sat down beside him. "Now....will you be a good earn boy for us?"She asked him as she moved a finger to lightly rub his neck slightly."Open your hand"She whispered to him.
'She's really playing this up.' Kassom thought with a bemused smirk as the merc nodded in a sign of nervous cooperation. The two-bit thug certainly seemed like he would play along, at least until he was out of sight and earshot of them both -- if Kassom knew his type then the sellsword would run straight to his boss, this 'Jarus' guy, and spill the whole story. As Isis worked her angle her accomplice was running through the scenario mentally; the merc boss wouldn't take his men's failure too well, but word that their target was in league with a Zofien would certainly get a reaction. If he bought the letter's story then he might hold back to check with his employer or, if he was the bold type, march right over himself to try and get some answers. If he was the kind who was more ruthless or cunning, though, he might disregard the letter altogether in favor of a more... direct, forceful approach.
The thief made a note to track their messenger back to his boss and find out how things were going to play out.
Once the letter was written and on it's way Kassom dug around in his pockets, still listening to the man's footsteps. "Hm. Change of plans Isis." He pulled out the small glowing stone, the tracking Quint from earlier, and tossed it over to her. "In case his boss doesn't buy our story it's not a good idea to stand still. I'd better follow our new friend and head off any trouble, but you can still move around freely for now. Bit of a shot in the dark, I know, but you might get lucky -- plus, if this goes badly it's good not to be a sitting duck."
He ducked out of the tent, turning back for just a moment to grin and chuckling whisper. "Best of luck, knight."
"Thanks"She said with a smile as she had watched the man leave the tent and head back to his boss. She did hope it went down well,but it seemed Kassom had thought the same thing she did and decided to follow there new friend to see how this would play out and if any bad things would happen. She nodded her head to him when he headed out and smirked at the added knight comment before she had straightened somethings up in her tent before she had decided to leave the tent as well and head for her horse for something a little extra from her saddle bag before she had decided to head to where the two older men might be at from earlier caring a small coin purse with her. ~here goes plan b~she thought to herself.
"I'm telling you, there's nothing to worry about."
"I've heard you say that before."
As Isis approached the merchant wagons near Haverstone pen's entry her better-than-human hearing would pick up the sound of two men, voices hushed and intermittently muffled, talking inside the weapon monger's wagon. Getting a bit closer Isis would recognize the voices as belonging to the two who'd tried to sell to her upon her arrival. The arms & armor seller, the one Iris had called 'Mister Kendrelson', seemed calm and perhaps a touch arrogant; the jewelry hawker, on the other hand, was skeptical and nervous -- Isis could almost hear the anxious twitch and fidget in his voice.
"It's probably already done. I know the man, have relied on his services many times. He is capable and discreet. By the time anyone knows the difference we will be well on our way, with the merchandise safely tucked away."
"You'd best hope so... I don't like this client, Naren. In fact I have a bad feeling about this whole arrangement."
"Just another shipment, Kel. Try not to think about it."
"... And the girl? The one you were dropping off at Vale?"
"Ah, that... thing. The she-beast won't cause a ruckus, not from the inside of a sealed barrel. I'll handle the rest with a crossbow once we're on the road, say it was self-defense. Wouldn't be the first troublesome slave I've had to put down, trust me."
If she chanced a look at the Tracking Quint, Isis would see it glowing brighter and brighter the closer she got to the wagons and the whispering men; the difference was subtle, but she certainly seemed to be getting close -- not only to their prize, but to an altogether unsavory arrangement as well. This might even be the lead Kassom had been looking for, and by the sound of things Iris was in danger as well.
(so dropped a bomb shell on me and I been debating what I should do lol....)
As Isis listened as she got closer she slowed in her pace and debated on what she should do if it be a rash dission or a good one.She sighed as she took a deep breath and decided she should single Kassom somehow and hoped he could pick up on her scent . She pulled a dagger from her pocket and sliced her hand open letting the blood dripped upon the ground.It was more or less a single of trouble as well as to mark where she had found a target they wore looking for. She turned slightly from the tent and had put two fingers up to her lips and made a whistling noise very loudly.It would probably alert the men inside the tent near by as her horse had pulled off of it's rope where it was tied to and had turned to run towards where Isis was. She took an other breath silently counting to herself as she had a hand at the ready to grab onto the horse that would soon pass her.~Here goes nothing~he said to herself.
Kassom, crouched in shadow, watched with rapt attention as the mercenary leader tossed the letter he'd been handed by his underling into a nearby cooking fire, gleaning the immediate attention of his surrounding men. The thief scowled, not at all liking where this was headed -- he and Isis had put their bets on the mercenary captain being easily swayed or confused... but this man looked to be neither. If anything he seemed annoyed, shaking his head in disappointment before suddenly reaching out and, in one swift move, boxing the other man's ears. The merc-turned-messenger reeled back, nearly falling over another of the six or so sellswords gathered around their tents.
"You idiot." Jarus Hawthorn, a lithe but rugged man with the disposition of a hungry mountain lion, stalked over to his underling. "Do you know what happens to mercenary companies who reneg on their contracts?"
"J-Janus, I just thought --"
"No, you didn't. Because if you had you wouldn't be here right now trying to pass off this nonsense to me." He put a foot up on a box, one hand going to a dagger strapped around his leg. "I don't care who they are -- we do the jobs we get, period. If we don't no one will hire us! They'll start using fancy words like 'unreliable' or 'dubious'... which, for a pea-brain like you, means 'doesn't get the job done'. Where will the Iron Thorns be then, huh?"
"Janus, I swear I --"
"You're out." He turned to some of the others nearby. "Toss him out, and make sure he doesn't come wandering back in. Then find out what happened to the others and finish the damn--"
A sharp whistle split the air, followed by the sound of a horse braying and the snap of rope coming apart. Kassom nearby jerked his head towards the sound just like the humans did, experience alone keeping him still. Instead his mind spun... and he didn't much like the conclusions it came to.
"You two, find out what that was!" Janus barked, then turned his gaze to his disfavored employee. "Run now, little piggie... or next time I see you I'll carve you up." Terrified, the man scampered away into the dark. "Rest of you with me -- we finish what we started."
The mercenaries grabbed their gear, the sound of a horse racing through the camp somewhere nearby filling the background; Kassom, meanwhile, slunk silently away, sticking to the shadows and all the while wondering to himself what his new partner had gotten herself into now.
Her horse had came running towards her fast and she had to make sure no one saw her at the ready when her horse finally reached her she grabbed onto the saddle horn and lifted herself up with a slight jump as the horse ran by. She held on with her legs as she had ripped a piece of her shirt a bit as she wrapped her hand up with it before taking the reigns and turning the horse quickly right now she needed to find Kassom's sister and then worry about the men in the tent though she had a good idea that they wasn't going anywhere till they got what they wanted and she knew this night might not lead to a bloodless battle,but she was half praying that it didn't lead to blood...or worse a need to change though her wolf spirits was up and the urge to change was tugging on her,but she kept firm and stuck with the plan in her head. She just hopped Kassom got the message without to much trouble and tried to remember where Kassom's sister would be as she debated which way to go finally making her mind up she went the way she figured she would be at. She hoped the girl had scenes like hers that she could pick up on her coming and her blood.
"Please please let me find her...."Isis whispered to herself as she rode.~So much for being a knight I am going to fail my first mission even if it is with a thief~She thought in her head and shook it~No don't think like that...everything will be fine~She told herself as she grinted her teeth.
It seemed that fate was smiling on the knight-to-be, albeit perhaps a bit crookedly. Within just a few moments of leaving the Haverstone pen her elevated senses caught onto a trail of clues that she may not even have realized she was following when she steered her horse on its path. At first it was just footprints on the road, nothing unusual, but where the ground was flat there were hints of a large object being dragged. Isis would pick up the scent of blood and splintered wood before she heard the sounds of a scuffle coming from somewhere just out of sight of the fort, the far side of a small hill. Her senses and surrounding would tell her there were three people -- two men, wearing armor by the weight of their prints, and a figure more light and lithe who hadn't come willingly. The blood smelled feline... but the closer she got, the more it smelled human, too.
"Let me go! Let me GO!" Iris' voice would reach Isis' ears, erasing any doubt as to what was going on.
The scene she would arrive upon was by no means pleasant. Two mercenaries, one with a sword drawn and the other pointing a bloody-edged knife, were wrestling to try and keep hold of Iris. All around her were broken pieces of a large barrel, seemingly smashed from the inside somehow, along with a small hand wagon that was now missing a wheel. Iris was flailing about wildly, trying desperately to dislodge her kidnappers -- who, for their part, seemed equally desperate in their bid to hand on and wear the Zofien girl down. The one scoundrel with the knife had apparently already done a number on the young smith as a bloody gash on her sleeve and a shallow cut on her neck would prove; the sword-wielder, for his part, seemed to be debating whether to abandon his weapon and use both hands as Iris thrashed against her abductors.
The two sellers came clambering out of their wagon, looking around in confusion as Kassom silently dashed for the shadows nearby, arriving just in time to see their befuddled reaction to Isis' horse galloping by at full sprint. The thief's eyes narrowed at the two men, supposedly rival merchants, emerging from the same travelling store... and an instant later the scent of blood hit his nostrils. Not quite human, different somehow... a Zofien in human form. It had to be. Which meant it was only one person's.
Had she been ambushed, gotten cut, and fled on horseback? No, a quick glance across the grounds found no signs of a scuffle. There was only one trace of blood, barely visible even to him in the dark of nightfall, and it was right by where the two merchants had poked out their heads. Kassom knew a signal when he saw one -- blood might be quick and dirty, but it got the job done. Something was up here.
"I don't know." One of the men told the other, whispering in hushed tones. They looked around, clearly suspicious... and as they did the hidden thief caught a glimpse of dark wood and glittering blue stones as the armor-monger's expensive looking cloak shifted. It was only a little, a corner peeking up out of a bag, easily confused with a coin purse and doubly so as it was tied to his waist, but that momentary flash of recognition was enough. Kassom had his target. That still didn't explain Isis' rush or the blood signal, though...
'Oh, I'm gonna kill you if I'm right, you coin-hoarding worthless sack of--' Kassom's silent threats were stopped in mid-thought as the men spoke again.
"Do you think something went wrong with the--"
"Silence, you fool! Do you want the whole camp to hear?" He paused, listening, then turned back to his companion. "Even if she broke free, it changes nothing. The mercenaries will kill her like the wild cat she is and that will be that. No one will know and no one will care." He gestured in the direction that the horse-sounds had gone. "Whatever that was, it's probably nothing to concern ourselves with -- some drunken fool out for a ride, most likely."
"What if it's the other one? The one with the... the merchandise?"
The thought clearly gave the other man pause. "... You stay here. I will check in with Jarus." The arms merchant left his wagon and began making his way through the camp, all the while ignorant of the second shadow following in his wake.
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"You got to be kidding me"Isis muttered to herself as she had rode through the camp pretty quickly on her horse when the slight sounds of what seemed to be a scuffle was being herd near by. Then the smells hit her hard two male one female...then blood....feline like...then the scream of the girl crying out to be let go. It seemed she was in the right path and time was running out,but she was glad she had found her nonetheless.She turned her horse hard in the right direction and pulled out her knife. The armed men wouldn't know what hit them as she came full speed at them"Get out of the way...get out of the way"She yelled."There coming."She added hoping they would seemed confused by the rush and by her riding towards them. Hopefully it would throw them off enough for her to grab a hold of Iris and pull her onto her horse and ride off before the two knew what the hell was going on.
She just hoped the thief got her message and picked up on her pieces as she dealt with the mans sister and getting her and making sure she was safe first. Besides the item was in a safe place they would not find it not anytime soon anyways.
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Isis' gambit seemed to have been spot-on -- when the two men saw her riding hard towards them they seemed to tense, deciding whether to prepare for a fight or to dash away, but Isis' words made that decision stretch out for moments longer than it would've otherwise. By the time her horse hooves closed in on them they panicked, flinging themselves to either side as she scooped a grateful Iris up. The Zofien smith, recognizing her friend from earlier, helped swing herself into the saddle behind Isis as the mercenaries, now growing further and further behind, could only watch in disbelief.
"You!" Iris was herself surprised, clearly needing a moment to take the situation in. "You... you saved me? T-thank you. I owe you my life."
A tumult from the direction of the camp would catch the two womens' attentions. Off in the distance voices could be heard shouting in surprise and alarm, followed by horses neighing and racing forward, tents snapping and general chaos. It seemed the time for subtlety was over.
Getting the fat merchant at knife point had been the easy part. As much as Kassom's fingers twitched at the prospect of putting the man down he knew better -- getting the lanterns might be the job, but finding out who else was after them would keep him one step ahead. So forcing him back into his wagon and then swiftly knocking him and the other seller out was really the only move. Fortunately he wasn't up against professionals; whoever these two were fencing for had chosen this pair of soft-handed trade-runners over experienced smugglers and their ilk, so a flash of steel and a swift blow to the back of the neck was all it took. A bit of rope did the rest... and in digging it out of the wagon's supplies Kassom spotted his sister's things stuffed unceremoniously in a crate. Once again, he'd had to suppress the urge to slit some throats.
Finding the horses had been easy -- he'd spotted them earlier in the day -- but getting two steads to the wagon unseen, now that had been artful. Fortunately most of the patrolling sellswords had been too occupied rushing towards the distraction he'd set to really notice. Amazing what a little bit of fire in the horse pens can do to security.
With the camp's chaos growing Kassom pulled his hood down and made his move. Trotting up to the gate while a fire raged drew a few unfriendly eyes... charging it full-sprint and knocking an unlucky guard aside in the process drew even more. Whipping the reins to drive the horses forward, the thief urged every ounce of speed he could as the wagon veered onto the path following the scent of Isis' blood trail. Even with the mercenaries' horses otherwise occupied and, as his keen ears perceived, running wild through the Haverstone encampment it was foolish to think he'd made a clean getaway in something as big and slow as this tub. He'd bought time, nothing more.
The wagon, bouncing and jostling along like a thing alive, raced past the two stunned mercenaries Isis had left in her wake; Kassom spotted them out of the corner of his eye and cursed his luck. He'd need to catch up to Isis quick, then find somewhere to ditch this huge wagon after getting what he needed from the merchants.