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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 17, 2016 15:16:21 GMT -5
The alley is empty except a man sleeping on a blanket, an empty bottle near him. Robyn sees a crowd in front of the entrance to the building, having an argument with some soldiers. The soldiers are hauling barrels down the street, to apparent dismay.
Letho is facing a closed door, and he has a feeling opening it will lead to an unavoidable encounter. It sounds like this is either a tavern or a very popular store, and there are plenty of voices inside.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 17, 2016 15:21:43 GMT -5
Seeing little to do but wait and hope Robyn found a solution that would get them out of there without raising the alarm, Letho made his way back down the stairs to the cellar. He began examining the barrels, seeing if any were marked for delivery
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 17, 2016 15:40:33 GMT -5
The barrels all look normal to him. The wine is of a fair vintage, too.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 17, 2016 15:43:27 GMT -5
He shrugs and fills a skin at his belt, leaning against a wall and drinking from it as he waited. If the highborn bitch didn't come back in a bell, he'd head back down the tunnel and call it a valiant attempt.
"Unless anyone has got a bright idea, might as well grab a drink."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 17, 2016 16:44:26 GMT -5
Robyn looked at the building, and tried to get some more information about the surrounding area. Was there many shops and taverns on the street, what did the building look like, was it many floors, a single story? How big was the building. Was the street busy, any infomation that may help her make an informed decision. Did the area look well off, or poor?
Observation 80
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 17, 2016 16:55:38 GMT -5
She's in a formerly well off area, but war has reduced it to poverty. She sees shattered homes about, people living in tents on the streets, and fortifications everywhere. The building the tunnel entered into is two stories, and the buildings around it are about the same size in height, much less so in total area. She sees a servant's entrance on the back of the building she is at, presumably a relic from the good old days before Frances. There are a few thousand people on the streets and weapons are about everywhere. Sellswords are about too so the mix is rather eclectic. Once on the road being inconspicuous may not be so hard after all.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 17, 2016 17:16:44 GMT -5
They just had to get onto the road first.
If only everyone were small as she was. She went round the back to check the servants entrance, see if it was open. She wanted to be quick, as she did not want the guards to get away.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Feb 17, 2016 17:23:06 GMT -5
Crowl crawls through the hole and fills his own skin up with wine. As the sore thumb of the group, Crowl stays towards the back of the group letting Robyn take care of all the sneaky stuffs.
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Post by Raven Umber on Feb 17, 2016 22:53:47 GMT -5
As good as some of the wine smelled, Raven didn't want any which was odd. She leaned against the wall waiting for Stark to return. "I shouldn't have let her go by herself...", she mumbled with her arms crossed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 18, 2016 12:05:24 GMT -5
The servant's door is open, and Robyn can slip in easily. It looks like there's a sort of trapdoor in the center of the room for servants to get cooler foods and so they don't have to go through the restaurant/tavern to get wine and be noticed by the more upper-class clientele. No one wants to see slaves after all.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 18, 2016 12:18:57 GMT -5
She entered the servants door and looked at the trapdoor in the middle. She pauses for a second to see if she can hear anything, voices close by or below to trap door. She did not want to lose the guards, but getting the others out was far more important.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 18, 2016 12:40:40 GMT -5
She can't hear anything at all. Except revelry through the doors. And war outside.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 18, 2016 12:44:45 GMT -5
Robyn tries to open the trap door and if it opens she tries to find something to keep it ajar incase it lock behind her, then goes down.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 18, 2016 12:46:54 GMT -5
She opens it and a tiny staircase unfolds as she does, leading to the dark corner of the basement they'd come in on. The stairs aren't the sturdiest ever built but much better than nothing.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 18, 2016 13:02:07 GMT -5
Letho glanced up from his stolen drink with surprise as the trapdoor opened above them and stairs descended. He had no idea how they had missed that on their initial sweep of the room, but he would not look a gift horse in the mouth. He ascended, nodding to the northern princess as he made his way to the ground floor. Apparently not all highborn were useless.
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