The waiting is starting to weigh on Jaderails mind, it has been two days and still no message from Silvious. In that time the little man has never failed to find a lead on a target or the target itself. “Maybe,” he thinks to himself as he leaves this bed and crosses to the window overlooking Misty Morn Lake, the cool breeze off the dark waters cool on his troubled face.“I should have instructed him which of the three to seek first.” Closing the inner shutters to prevent the mornings light from entering his monk like bed chamber he waves a hand and lights the single blood red candle upon his writing table. Sitting in the plain wooden chair at the simple plank and tree limb table he knows that time is not his friend. Sleep may elude him again this day.
With a sharp elbow, Belgus stirs his companion from the doze he has fallen into after spending a long night on the bank of the lake. “See? I told you I wuz right. Each morn he closes himself in, up dere high in his keep” Eyes hard on the single shuttered window.
Pushing his long knife back to seat, Grob sits forward and peers at the keep less than half a click up the head from their well hidden vantage point. “I think you gots it right Bel, two days now he done the same. His serfs seem to be night folks too, except the farmers that I can tell. Maybe we can get in there in broad day as ya think.”
“Yep, I told ya I been watching and learning this place good, just another fat lord waiting for us to relieve him of a bit of wealth.” Belgus says as he moves deeper into the scrub on the lakes edge, Grob following behind. “I figure he debauches all night and then sleeps the sun away, we avoid them guards on the walls, they not so sharp it seems to me, and in and out we go. Easy pickins.”
Grob pulls his long knife, a ray of early morning sun lucky enough to penetrate through the dense foliage glints from a keen edge,“I say them guards could never finish their rounds, then we gots us more time inside.”
Belgus, stops and turns to his fellow cutthroat, a grin showing broken teeth wide across his battered face,“You think I had it any other way in my thinking?”