IN A HURRY?
Tuuk calls for the Bar Keep, and with a
whiny voice accompanying the rather large Orc, he answers and stands up
from his crouching position behind the bar. “Yes… “
Tuuk’s dagger flies through the air into the chest of the Barkeep. Blood
squirts upward and onto the bar. The Guard Captain in Tuuk’s chokehold
breathes his last breath as the Assassin slices the Constable’s throat.
The guard’s lifeless body falls to the ground.
Tuuk looks around the room at several dead town guards, a little more
than a dozen or so, and shakes his head. “All they had to do was leave
us be,” he whispered as he moved to the bar to retrieve his weapon.
Yoko shuddered. She looked at Ahrisel, "I think I might need to wash off
after this is over," she says.
Tuuk walks over to the bar and grabs his dagger out of the barkeep’s
chest, smiles and wipes it off on the shirt of the dead Inn owner. His
forearms glow and the daggers are gone.
Ahrisel smiled grimly. “Another benefit of the archer; you don't get all
that dirty from combat.”
“Yeah, I know he mutters a little louder,” then begins pouring high
octane wines and lamp oil all over the bar and table tops.
Yoko then wipes her daggers on the closest body's clothes. She smiled
and then the back of her hands glows as well and her daggers disappear
also.
”You're going to burn it?” Ahrisel’s eyes widened slightly.
A stranger enters into the Tavern through the back door and Tuuk,
without skipping a beat, slides a punching dagger out from his shirt
sleeve and punches the poor soul in the throat.
“Yep.”
”Fair enough...”
”Care to light it from afar?”
She grinned, “Perhaps it would be safer for us.”
“I agree. Oh, and Yoko....?”
"Yes," Yoko spoke softly.
”Don't tell the Paladin.”
"Now, why would I do a thing like that?" she smirked.
Walking away from the Tavern Tuuk mentioned that he didn't care for
their food here. Then he begins to laugh. Tuuk offers Ahrisel Forty
Platinum Pieces, her share in this ordeal.
Ahrisel shook her head, laughing. “Well, perhaps you could use that as
an excuse,” She looked at the forty platinum, “That's quite a bit of
currency.” She takes only twenty, “I don't need that much.”
Tuuk smiled, “Take it all. I already halved it.” He then turned and gave
Yoko Eighty Platinum Pieces and he kept... ummm, Eighty as well.
Yoko smiled as she took it. “More money.”
”Well, if you insist,” She takes the other twenty, giving Tuuk an
appraising look. “Why did you halve it in the first place?”
”Ah, I figured you wouldn't take it at all. You know the thrill of it.”
He laughed again to cover up his obvious ploy to keep it all for
himself, oh, and his student Yoko.
Shortly after about thirty yards from the Tavern, Tuuk turns to Ahrisel,
“Can you do the honors from here?”
She nods, turning and pulling some flint from her pocket. She closed her
eyes, and concentrating on the arrow, a ring of fire erupted around it
along with the ice that typically formed on it. She fired the arrow, and
it hit its mark; going right through a window to set the alcohol aflame,
along with the rest of the building.
Yoko smiles, "Nice," she complimented.
She grinned back. “I try... And now I have to go. I will see the both of
you again soon,” She walks off, slinging her bow over her shoulder.
”It burns nicely wouldn't you say Yoko?”
Yoko smiled, "Yes, it does," she replied.
The awkward silence put a rather dishonorable thought in his head. He
liked to celebrate with a lady friend after days like these, but Yoko?
She was as beautiful as they come as far as Rogues go and just as lethal
to boot. He knew she was because he trained her to be. He couldn’t let
feelings cross the professional “line”. Although, he began to ponder, he
was of the Fey’Ri bloodline and she was of Elven descent too, they
could…, he shook it off and chased the pleasurable images from his
mind’s eye. "It couldn't work," he thought, history had shown that Rogue
relationships never ended happily, so he mustered all the strength he
had to and posed the proper question for this latest training venture.
“Ah Yoko, Did you learn anything this eve?”
"I learned how to avoid being puked on and that you always get the last
laugh," she smirks.
”Close enough to the truth,” he smiled at her and then looked to the
town limits, “Whelp, lets go find another tavern,” he turned, adjusted
his "standard" pack and began walking out of town.
A blur of guards rush past them, running to aide the tavern ablaze of
searing flames and heavy, thick black smoke.
"Coming," she says walking beside him.