A Pot, A Bucket, Good By - 15/14/10,121
Vulgar Unicorn,Slum District, High Medurim

Four figures sit cloaked in smoke in at a table in the Vulgar Unicorn served drinks by the evening shift barman &proprietor,One-Thumb.Tharla, the mongrel elf, has been approached by a former employer & Merchant, Piers Oswald, to make a private courier run, simple really. The package is a small clay flask, to be delivered to the keep of the infamous Kest-I-Mond the Mage, (Kest-I-Mond's keep is some 40 miles SE of Samadum) Oswald hands over the flask & three hundred imperial farthings advising that they will get seven hundred more on safe delivery of the goods. Oswald isn't happy to linger in the Unicorn, to many ruffians by far, he hurriedly extracts the signed contract from Tharla &, accompanied by his minder makes his exit. As he leaves he advises the group that whilst there is no timescale Kest-I-Mond does not like to be kept waiting.

Whilst Tharla takes pleasure in giving notice to One-Thumb, Molin & Illyra hastily take advantage of the Unicorns "All you can eat for a farthing" Molin also takes opportunity to stuff a bag with all the edibles that his carnivorous hairy friend, mount & companion waiting in the stable might eat. Whilst the others go about their business, Kilite watches the other low-life in the bar pondering the depths to which he has fallen, hairs on end on the back of his neck he scans the bar area & notices two of the Unicorns other patrons who appeared to be paying their table considerable attention. Quietly he informs his companions of the their audience, Molin suggests they head for the stables out back.

As his friends pass around the building Molin steps into the shadows & waits to see what develops. Illyra, fearing the worst quietly casts bladesharp as they cross the yard as Kilite attempts to cast detect enemy but makes a hash of it, Tharla settles her sled team & waits. Molin, crouching beside the door, is surprised however when not sword wielding maniacs appear but One-Thumb with the slopes bucket. One-Thumb shuffles hastily back inside muttering not seeing him hiding behind the door, any way bloody silly place to tie your shoe lace if you ask me, how was I supposed to see you there anyway etc . . . .

By now Kilite has successfully recast detect enemy & three glowing figures are pictured in his mind against the layout of the Inn, some minutes later the focus of his attention move towards the front of the Inn and pass out of range only to reappear in the side passage leading to the stables. Climbing the yard wall Molin watches as the three figures disappear around the corner and beyond the range of Kilite's casting.

Splitting up but agreeing to meet back here next morning Tharla returns to the Unicorn to complete her last shift, Kilite & Illyra head for their lodgings whilst Molin curls up in the stable for the princely sum of two coppers.

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