"Honest to gods they have torchs and pitchforks." They were gathered outside my shop (how they knew Mordere was staying with me well thats mobs for you, they have like a supernatural ability to know these things), Captain Therod and a few guard officers were doing their best to hold themb ack, but the mob was large and Therod probably didn't care that much if a Necromancer and an Assassin got killed by a mob.
"You sure they are not here for you?" Mordere had a couple pistols out and loaded sitting on the counter, I would have complained he just made new guns used, but if he fired them I could sell them as special Assassin approved weaponry, think of the profits!
"Yeah mobs for me have more signs with badly spelled words." Tuesdays and Thursdays, no I'm just kidding here, maybe. It was bad enough there was a mob of people, but it was also raining, because thats how these kind of things go naturally. Therod banged on the door and I opened it, she came inside shaking her soaked over coat all over me like an animal confirming a lot of thoughts I had about her.
"Its getting ugly out there."
"Getting ugly? Did you see those people when they showed up not a looker amongst the bunch." Therod gave me a sour look which caused me to bite back my other reply I was going to make.
"Let them come through the door, a few dead will dissuade the rest from this foolishness." Mordere was not joking, honestly with as much bullets as he had stacked on my counter he looked ready to kill everyone in the crowd should it come to that.
"No you are not shooting your way out of this." He shrugged.
"Ok so he can't shoot his way out of it, and your guards can't hold them back the entire time, what do you want us to do?" I knew the answer before she even said it.
"Get out of here, you have a way out I'm sure, especially one I'm not supposed to know about that you built after the workman finished." I did and she didn't, but now apparently she did? I don't know if someone just guesses that you have something without actually knowing you do, what exactly is that?
"They'll burn down my shop!"
"No one will burn down your shop, I'll tell them you snuck out the back, they'll rush in the back and spend the next few hours looking around like idiots, just stay out of sight."
"I don't understand why I can't kill a couple, no one will miss them and that worked last time this happened," Mordere thought about it for a second, "Actually it didn't I have to hide frequently in Ronerawth, nevermind." And so it went that Mordere and I left my shop huddled in cloaks and into the sewers underneath it (stupid Therod being totally right I had constructed an extra access into the shop from below). The shop did survive, which was good, though for Mordere and I, our journey was just smellyily beginning!
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