3123 Harvest Moon 20,
Black wings rustled behind him, of course long after he’d landed. Kassegore didn’t flinch, no reason to show a predator that you were taken by surprise. “What do You want?” He kept going through the stores and checking the numbers. Having a suspicion that there was a thief among the Rangers was always awkward when there was a thief.
“Things have been going missing.” Especially when the aforementioned thief admits to knowing what he shouldn’t about thefts. “My stores of crysalites and Arcfire equipment have been raided.” Kassegore turned to him at that with a raised eyebrow. “What? You know I tinker with things while I’m trying to figure out how they work. But I figured that if my stuff has been missing…”
Kassegore sighed. The admission that Magpie had separate stores was no shock, and confirmed the reports that he had been receiving, as well as confirming his suspicions that Magpie didn’t care if anyone knew that he had his own stashes. “Ranger supplies have been raided as well.”
Magpie nodded, “I’ve heard rumors about an auction. Someone is auctioning off Arcfire tech. I wanted to see if you could do a little more digging into your source while I gather more information as well. Since I spotted you as I was passing by-”
“Really? You’re throwing me that line?” Magpie grinned then shrugged and launched himself into the air with barely a whisper from his feathers. Kassegore muttered “showoff” as he finished his inventory check and moved to check with his ‘source’ cursing the feathered fool who thinks he knows what Kassegore is doing.
As Magpie glided deeper into Sog and the more disreputable sections he weighed his options. No reason to approach the gambling dens, though that would make for a bigger purse at the end of the night. For all that those Goblinesh knew he trafficked in information they were less likely to know anything this time. Catching a whiff of trout Magpie grinned.
The docks might not be a bad place to start. Old Nanny Net-mender, or Net-Mother as she preferred, heard whispers from along the river as the boats came in. It was a network obviously limited to the waterways, but it was a wide network that traveled relatively fast. She knew about Sky’s Builder a full day before he arrived, and had been very smug about it. Magpie grimaced, if she knew about this auction though it would be likely she knew he’d been robbed. Something that hadn’t happened in well over five years, and something he was going to want to put a knife in.
Magpie landed behind a barrel of fish and watched as one fish on top of the pile was still flopping weakly. He tried not to draw similarities between it and himself as he slipped around it and glanced into the building. Not seeing anything inside despite the lack of light Magpie slipped past the door and started down the side of the dock, slipping under the edge as he walked to the shoreline and sat on the rock on the edge of the river. A slight squish came from behind him and he whispered “you expected me”.
“Not hard to do when the river talks of ‘shinnies’ swimming upstream.” Magpie knew she had information, and knew that it was going to cost him. She wouldn’t let something like that drop for free unless there was a gem worth three times that which she was holding on to.
“I really don’t like it when my shinnies swim upstream, it’s harder to count them that way.” Net-Mother chuckled as Magpie turned around to face her. The short and hunched Dregordian woman had a very toothy grin and Magpie realized from the water on her shoulder that she’d pulled the same trick on him that he had pulled on Kassegore earlier only from the water except the air. They eyed each other for a few moments as river sent reflections of the moonlight dancing over their faces until Net-Mother looked Magpie in the eye and saw the eagerness mixed with anger in his eyes.
Grinning wider she waved for Magpie to follow her and they slowly worked their way down the coastline until they came to a smaller shack that was nestled between two larger buildings and was almost completely covered in nets and rope. Slipping through a gap in the ropes Net-Mother let Magpie move into the shack before her and he watched as she pulled on a rope which set some rope traps around her house which he had built with her during his training. “I had thought you might have changed, what with joining the Rangers and all.”
Magpie snorted. “They have some uses for me, and it’s been an equally beneficial partnership.” Net-Mother glanced down at the Arcfire Chainmail he was wearing with it’s black metal and amber crystals glinting in the light of the single candle she had lit. Magpie grinned further “yes, I have gained some new items and capabilities. You knew that of course, hence your jab earlier.”
Net-Mother shrugged and pulled up a short stool as Magpie leaned against the wall. “I heard the rumors that some pirates had managed to get into some of the Ranger stores to steal their Arcfire equipment. I have to admit that it brought you to mind, but I didn’t think you’d have allowed yourself to be robbed so easily until one mentioned how hard it had been to get in under the nose of ‘the nosey false angel’.”
Magpies eyes narrowed. “I guess we have a clue as to where that lot came from.” At the Net-Mother’s nod Magpie grimaced “so the Arcfire equipment…” Net-Mother sighed and stood up, motioning for Magpie to take her seat. He moved over as she walked to a corner and came back with a piece of parchment. She set the parchment on the table with a bottle of ink and pulled up a second stool. As she sat down Magpie pulled out a small bag of coins and set it on the table, watching as it disappeared before he’d even pulled his hand back all the way. Net-Mother nodded then reached out a hand and Magpie grinned. She had helped him find a Goblin master-fletcher to help him with his wings after an accident while fixing up her shack. The master-fletcher had helped him fix his damaged wings and even converted a few of his feathers into hidden tools.
Magpie pulled a feather from one of his wings and handed her the quill as she grinned. Net-Mother started talking as she wrote and sketched on the parchment. “The pirates were spreading word that there will be an auction upriver. They didn’t spread word far and made a point of wanting those they talked to not to tell the Rangers what was going on.” Net-Mother winked and touched her nose “good thing for both of us that I don’t have to be the one talked to in order to get information.” She flipped the parchment around and started pointing to things on the rough map she had sketched. “They mentioned this inn, and the fact that the auction is going to happen in a couple of days. The way to indicate you want to get in on the auction is to buy a pair of drinks and toast to O’Malley mentioning something about his sexual prowess.”
Net-Mother looked at Magpie and tilted her head to the side. “This inn is a day away from here by boat, and if you take this route it’s the fastest. I can get one of my boys to run you up there, and if you are bringing any of your new… friends… with you he won’t have any issues with them, and as you know we are the fastest boaters you’ll in these rivers.”
Magpie grinned as he nodded to her. “I know you are, and thank you. I’ll keep you out of any official reports as always.” Net-Mother snorted and waved a hand in acceptance. “Have you heard anything about the Ranger Quartermaster Kassegore?” Net-Mother nodded, “he’s working on something with a goblin and I haven’t had the chance to bring it up with him and see what’s going on but I have been able to figure out that he’s working with Arcfire tech.”
Net-Mother’s eyes widened and her grin went predatory “it sounds like you have found another like yourself among the Rangers. This is good.” Magpie’s lip twitched up slightly as Net-Mother reached behind her and grabbed something off of a shelf. “I’ll keep my ears open, but the only thing I’ve heard so far is that some find him terrifying and others are just confused” Magpie nodded thinking about what had happened to get Kassegore promoted to Quartermaster.
She then took turned the parchment around and wrote a couple of notes on the side of the sketch and handed the whole thing to Magpie. He glanced at the writing and froze. “What did you write these things for?” He drew a finger slowly down the list of items she had written beside the inns location. “Arcfire Handcasters…. Crysalites… Arcfire armor pieces… An Arcforge!? And Arcfire Burrowers? Are these things all going to be in the auction?” Net-Mother nodded and Magpies face hardened. He stood and dropped two smaller bags of coin on the table. “Is there anything else I need to know?”
Net-Mother hadn’t even looked at the coin but kept her eyes on Magpie’s face. “Is it really that bad?” Magpie just stared into her eyes for a moment then nodded. Net-Mother nodded then “we will get the Rangers up-river as fast as we can, they’ll have my fastest crew. And Magpie?” he had turned to the door but turned back at the concern in her voice. He noticed that she still hadn’t taken the money from the table. “I remember what happened to you. When you were first brought to me…” Seeing Magpies eyes flick away from her she stood and wrapped an arm around him. “This isn’t the same group, they aren’t Winghunters.” Magpie flinched. “Just keep that in mind. And if Winghunters ever do come nearby you can trust us to get word to you as soon as we hear even a rumor. You will have help with them, from us if need-be but I think the Rangers will want a piece of them too.”
Magpie sighed and his shoulders relaxed slightly. “Thank you. Sometimes it all comes back and I don’t know who I become. We will deal with this, and we will make certain to keep everything out of anyone else’s hands.” Net-Mother looked at the table and Magpie chuckled. “Did you want something from the auction Net-Mother?” She laughed and shook her head. “Any job offers you hear about that I might like make sure I hear about.” Net-Mother rolled her eyes as Magpie stepped out the door, pulling another rope which deactivated the trap on the front door only. Then as he launched into the night Net-Mother sighed. That was one of her knot-children who had the most potential, as well as the biggest demons hovering behind him. She was glad he had been picked up by the Rangers, but wondered how he would handle things when the Winghunters finally came. Then she thought about Kassegore – The Beast and smiled. If the signals Magpie had been giving related to Kassegore were accurate then he was going to have some like-minded allies when they finally got here, and with that she pulled the trap rope as she slunk out to the river and disappeared into the water.
Magpie flew over to the Ranger Headquarters as quickly as he could while still staying silent and varying his route. Anyone who saw him would know where he was probably headed, but he didn’t want anyone to know that he was in a hurry or that he found what he’d wanted at the docks. He stopped with a few more informants and made certain to hop into the gambling den to lose a few coins before declaring his luck broken for the night. When he finally got to headquarters Artivan had already pulled a group together and was discussing the information that Kassegore had come across.
Apparently Kassegore knew that the supplies had been stolen in the course of a couple of days. Magpie told everyone that there was going to be an auction of Arcfire equipment up-river from Sog. He then asked Artivan if he could step out with him. When they had some privacy Magpie told him about the items in the auction, and that if the Arcforge existed it would be an extraordinary find as we’d be able to make crysalites with it. As he finished discussing the items in the auction and what they could do Artivan put a hand on his shoulder. “What rank are you these days?”
“I’ve not been promoted beyond Ranger.” Magpie looked at him warily as Artivan seemed surprised.
“Well now you are a Corporal,” Magpie felt the weight of command hit his shoulders and his emotions started to drop as Artivan continued “and you are also now the official Liaison to the Mechanarium.” At this Magpies hopes soared. He’d had things confiscated by the Black Lanterns for the Mechanarium and was intensely curious about it and desperately wanted to see it and some of the things that he had heard were in the control of the group holding it for the Rangers.
“Thank you. That’s awesome! I think… But thanks!” Artivan and Magpie moved back into Artivan’s office as the others were discussing what to do about the auction. “The auction is in two days and I have passage for us up the river.” Then the discussion turned to how we should go about setting things up and Magpie interjected again “my sources told me that a bidder will be allowed four guards, and I don’t think they’ll allow more than that, so since there are six of us we should try for two groups.” Magpie informed them of the password and the groups were set. Salvator was going as Zebediah Stone, Kassegore and Sky as his guards with Sky as his Arcfire expert. Magpie was going as the leader of the other group with Artivan and Bahiabin Al’Shams as his guards.
They decided to split the groups up by a little but still try to keep their entrances close enough together that they could assist if something went wrong. Hence a couple of minutes after Zebediah Stone made his entrance Magpie and his guards moved forward, but Artivan pushed past Magpie and kicked in the door yelling “Where’s that Bastard O’Malley?”
Trying to keep a lid on his fury Magpie heard from inside “To O’Malley!” as people toasted to the recently deceased. Magpie walked in and put his hand on Artivan’s shoulder with a “you are here as my guard you can keep your personal feelings towards him under your tongue.”
“O’Malley owed me money, bastard wasn’t very good at cards.” to which the barkeep looked at the mug on the bar and Artivan clarified with a “I won’t force the family to pay his debts” and he tossed a coin into the mug with a “despite all of that he was very good in the sack.” At this Magpie was practically vibrating in rage as the people by the fireplace seemed shocked and almost like they wanted to come over and trade some words with Artivan, but glanced at Magpie and decided against it.
Magpie then tossed a gold coin on top of the mug and said “O’Malley had some good stories about his sack.”
The innkeeper glanced at Magpie “and how did you know O’Malley?”
“I was a contact of his down the river, made some good business deals and had some fun evenings.” Magpie’s eyebrows quirked up as a very drunken man barged in from a back door and staggered over to their group.
“Anoser for the private party? But whish of yew made the toast?”
Magpie stepped forward and opened his mouth as Artivan said “We both did, but he’s the one.” and magpie gave the drunk a slight glare which apparently translated into a ‘get moving’ because the drunk waved them to follow him as he made for the back door. Artivan and Magpie turned to each other and Artivan says “I need to hit the head, I’ll be down in a minute”
“Take all the time you need.” Magpie turned and without a look backwards walked out the door with Bahiyabin Al’Shams at his shoulder. The ‘drunk’ seemed very curious but didn’t ask anything as he led them down a set of stairs into the cellar and through a secret door into a half sunken hallway with a couple of doors leading off of it.
“You can come in and observe the goods, but she stays out here.” The guide pointed to Bahiyabin who traded looks with the two guards at the closest door. “Once you’ve seen the goods we will come back out and you can go down the hall to join the other groups in the waiting room.” Magpie frowned but nodded and followed the guide into the room as Bahiyabin set her hand on her sword and kept an eye on the two guards.
Back in the bar Artivan had been in desperate conversation with the bartender telling him to clear out everyone and that they really didn’t want to be present. “So you’re telling me that I have to clear out of my own bar?”
Artivan pulled his shield out from under his cloak and set it on the bar between them, “do you recognize this?” And the bartender nodded. “So you know who I am?”
“Yes but… We aren’t with them. I don’t know who they are but O’Malley was a good man. Anyone saying such things about him didn’t really know him. I’m just letting them go down there so they aren’t ruining the wake.”
Artivan sighed “they are all under arrest, and they probably won’t go quietly. I suggest that you and everyone here be long gone by the time the dying starts. I’m just trying to make sure none of you get hurt. Look, we’ll do everything we can to make sure that your bar isn’t damaged but if you’re here I won’t be responsible.”
The bartender nodded then called out “Last call! Actually, I have a shack a little ways off that has some good quality moonshine!” The patrons all let out a raucous cheer at this and started filing out the back as Artivan dropped a few more coins into the flask on the bar, filling it up before the bartender picked it up and walked out with the rest of the party.
As Magpie looked over all of the Arcfire devices present he noted booby traps on the bigger items, and that most of the smaller items were probably the items stolen from Sog, with a few extras tossed in among them. A few pieces of armor and some handcasters with their ammo made up two lots while a third lot was the Arcforge and two devices that looked to be the Arcfire Burrowers which explained how they got into some of the stores in Sog. The fourth lot was a pair of Arc-bombs. Magpie went to them and saw that one was broken beyond repair, but that the other was alive, set, and counting down on a timer. “This bomb is broken!” He turned to the guide “how do you expect me to trust what I’m bidding on when you include this shit in it?”
The guide took the paper that he had handed Magpie with the different lots listed on it and crossed out the fourth lot before handing it back. “If you don’t like it, don’t bid on it. I’m a facilitator for the auction. I just sell the things I get, so don’t get mad at me.”
As the guide turned to lead them out Magpie stopped him, “can you reset the bomb? I don’t want it going off under me.” The guide smiled and went over to the bomb and entered a sequence into it that reset the timer. They then stepped out into the hallway again to see that Artivan had come down.
Artivan whipped his shield around and smashed it into the head of the guard closest to him who rocked back, seeing this Magpie drew his sword and held it to the guide’s throat saying “I really don’t want you to die so go with it.” before yelling at Artivan “What do you think you’re doing? Put that down!”
Artivan pointed his sword at the group and said “you are all under arrest, surrender now.”
The guard whom Artivan had slammed looked at him and said “Ok.” as he pressed a button on the wall and a stone tablet slammed down in front of the door to the vault with the Arcfire devices in it. “But we set this up so that you could get at the group in the waiting room. We will leave you to them and walk away.”
Magpie started whispering in the ear of the auctioneer as Artivan exchanged negotiations with the Malakaran guards. “Can you put me in touch with the man who collected all of this for sale? I’m very curious to meet him and see if he might be interested in some more business.”
The auctioneer seemed slightly confused but replied “yes, just let me go. I only sell what they give me.”
Magpie shrugged “I am keeping you alive, just don’t struggle.”
Artivan was clearly not happy about the fact that the vault had been sealed as it had but the talkative guard grabbed Magpie’s attention again when he said “you mean the necromancer?” He seemed to get great pleasure out of seeing the shock on the Rangers faces. “He is dressed as a Priest of the Light but we knew him. We could smell his entourage.”
Artivan glared at the guards “You may leave if you leave peaceably. But that” and he pointed at the vault “all stays with us.”
The Malakaran guards shrugged and sheathed their weapons “this was intended to remove these groups, the devices are yours.” and they walked back up the stairs.
As the auctioneer starts to follow them Magpie stops him. “Tell me how to disarm the traps on those lots.”
“Then I can leave?” The auctioneer looked like he was ready for his day to be over.
Magpie nodded, “and keep in mind what we discussed.” Magpie listened as the auctioneer explained the traps and how they could be dismantled, after which he ran up the stairs. Magpie looked at Artivan and said “I’ll be back in a minute, I want to get the bar we will need to open this door before someone else gets the same idea.”
When Magpie got back they filed down the hall towards the reception room with Bahiyabin leading and Artivan bringing up the rear. When they stepped into the room there was a very well dressed effeminate man at the other end of the room who said “good! It looks like everyone is here, now we may commence the bidding.”
Magpie noted the groups around the room; to his left was a Dregordian who seemed to be trading glances with Kassegore and who was wearing the symbols of the Red Store. He was accompanied by four guards of varying races. To the Store’s left was a group of Malakaran soldiers who looked to be mercenaries with one man who looked to be their captain. On Magpie’s right was a group of Orcs with one orc looking to be a War-chief and on the other side of him was what appeared to be a priest of the light with four acolytes, though they didn’t look quite right. Focussing on them and remembering what the guards had said Magpie noticed their aura change and he could see through their illusion to the fact that he was seeing a Denier of Death and four zombies.
Artivan called out as he swung his shield out from under his cloak “We outbid everyone!” and he started to point his shield at the necromancer. The effeminate auctioneer seemed shocked as the priest of light revealed himself while slinging a necromantic bolt at Artivan which fizzled off his shield and the zombies attacked, one taking the auctioneer down as two others attack the orcs and the fourth started battering the wall. Light surrounded Artivan as he cried again “Those who do not oppose the Rangers can walk out of here! Well most of you.”
“We do not oppose the Rangers!” the warchief cried as Bahiyabin cast a Jet through them and into the zombies and necromancer, killing the two zombies attacking the orcs and knocking out most of the orcs. Magpie decided that he would risk trusting the Orc Warchief and lunged through the Orcs in order to race up to the necromancer and bring both of his blades down on him, knocking him back and into the wall as he fell over unconscious.
One of the Red Store guards looked at Artivan with a “How about letting us go?”
“How about that’s not what I offered! Come at me!” as Artivan swung his shield around to face them. Two of the Red Store guards moved forward as if to attack Sky and Artivan and Kassegore lunged forward, cutting them both down. He then swings his tail through another Red store guard and roars as he berserks into The Beast and swung his Kaiakore at the Dregordian leader. The mercenaries let loose a Prelacy curse and bashed out a window for their leader to climb out of as the rest guarded the exit. “Sky! Bring him back!” Artivan pointed at the fleeing captain. Magpie heard the Dregordian from the Red Store cat call to The Beast that he wishes he would die with frozen blood as The Beast watched the Prelacy captain leave. Artivan yelled at The Beast “Sky has him, take captives we need them alive!”
Magpie yelled across the room in Dregordian “You have a Dregordian opponent who wants you to die with frozen blood and you’re worried about a human peon?” Bahiyabin called out asking what was being said and got his response back in Aradish “You really don’t want to know.” Bahiyabin then fires bolts at the remaining zombies as he gets out of the way of The Beast before Sky ran past everyone and launched herself up into the air to chase down the captain.
As sky flew out the hole in the wall after the runner Bahiyabin fired a Jet through another portion of the wall killing a zombie and the remaining Prelacy soldiers as Sky yelled back through the new hole “There’s something big in the water!”
Magpie stopped for a second staring at Kassegore as he rips out the throat of the Dregordian Red Store member then cutting him into three pieces before turning one of the two bodies next to him into a puddle of bloody pus. The other body jumped up screaming his surrender to which The Beast growled at him “You serve me now.” It was only as The Beast received a very quiet “Yes Master” that Magpie realized everyone in the room had stood in shock staring at this interchange.
Magpie shook his head as Artivan stepped forward with light welling up out of his footsteps stunning the last zombie before carelessly blowing the zombie into dust with a bolt as he passed it while moving towards the Jet-hole. Magpie flew up out of the Jet-hole as Sky threw the runner back into the room to be tied up with the other prisoner. Then he flew in place in shock again as a massive Arcfire vehicle rose up out of the river.
As the vehicle rose out of the water two large golems blew the water off of it with large wings that had been built into them. A gangplank was dropped and three carts rolled off of it filled with Ratsin wearing collars as a massive voice booms out over those assembled on the shore “We have detected out equipment here. You will surrender it to us.” A massive weapon then rises out of the vehicle and points directly at the location where the vault of Arcfire devices was.
Artivan stepped forward and called “Will you come out and talk to us or just hide in your vehicle?” The weapon then aims at Artivan and the voice booms out again calling Artivan an arrogant human. “We will give you your equipment, but I just want to talk to you. Magpie!” Artivan waved Magpie down to him and pointed back inside before whispering in his ear “can you mess with the bomb, get it to go off at a different time?”
Magpie nodded “I can do that.” Magpie then flew at the Jet-hole and yelled at Sky “You’re with me Sky!” and the two of them maneuvered through the sunken area to the vault door and Magpie put the bar in place. He then had Sky take hold on the bar with him and they jacked the door up out of the way and back into a locked position. As they got inside Magpie looked at the treasure at his feet and a wave of horror washed over him as he realized that the Builders in the vehicle had tracked something here. He looked at the Arcforge and shivered. “Sky, grab our things, the two lots of handcasters and their crysalites and the armor and get it as far away from here as possible. Don’t get spotted.”
Sky hesitated as Magpie got down next to the bomb that he knew would work and he snapped “Now Sky there isn’t time!” There was a massive boom from outside and the ground shook with suck fury that the roof shifted and rocks started to fall over their heads. Sky then moved and faster than Magpie’d ever seen her move she shoved everything into the bags next to them and ran back out the way they’d been led in earlier.
Magpie shook his head, hating himself as he took apart the bomb and started messing with the inner workings. He started working on the mechanism and had it ready to blow, figuring how much time he might need to get out and have it blow when they sent their Ratsin in to carry everything out was going to be at least some compensation for having to blow the Arcforge. Magpie really wanted to study that more!
Artivan came running in as he was putting the finishing touches on connecting the two bombs so that the explosion would be truly massive. “What’s taking so long? Oh. What’re you doing?”
Magpie looked back at him “when they come to get their stuff it’ll blow.” Artivan looked at Magpie’s hardened face then behind him to the Arcforge. “Just set it for 20 seconds. We’re going to run out back and make them think this blast took us out too so they aren’t looking for us.” Magpie realized the wisdom behind his decision and made a couple of quick adjustments then stood and led the way outside at a run. Artivan and Magpie bolted up the hill and as an explosion ripped through the air around them, throwing rocks and vegetation past them they managed to dive into a ditch and a piece of roof landed over them, shielding them from the torrent of falling stone.
As the last of the debris fell around them Magpie heard a voice boom through the air. “Know this survivors! All of our belongings will be returned to us, by Peace or War!” Magpie took a tainted pleasure from the fact that the voice was but a whisper to the explosion he had caused but a moment earlier.
Artivan turned to Magpie as they started digging themselves out from under the roof “I’m impressed and very proud that you left those things in there to blow up.”
Magpie nodded and a second later said “they could have tracked that all back to Sog. I’m sure they’ll try to take us at some point, but we don’t need them coming now.” He then looked at Artivan “what in Flame was that boom when Sky and I were in there?”
Artivan then explained as Sky landed next to them and they all walked back towards the inn how the Builders had used the cannon to blow the docks up as a show of force. He also explained that these Builders claimed not to know who the Merchant was and didn’t care. “They seem solely interested in collecting their equipment back. They don’t seem like a group that will attack us outright.”
Magpie snorted. It had certainly appeared to him like they were being fairly aggressive. “Artivan, they were demanding that we give them all of the Arc-tech present without any leeway for it not being theirs. They could have come to us and asked for it. Claiming it as theirs doesn’t make it theirs even if some Builders made it.”
Artivan clapped him on the shoulder “but they aren’t just attacking us for it either.” magpie wondered whether they weren’t attacking the group on the shore because they didn’t know for sure if they could have taken everyone. Or if they might have taken enough damage to make it not worth the effort. Then he saw the shoreline. The shallows had been converted into a crater that was even now still filling in with water, and which had the river running backwards to fill in the crater. The crater where the docks used to be dwarfed the hole in the ground that he could see their comrades digging furiously in. “You didn’t tell them did you?”
Artivan hollered out to everyone and waved as the three of them walked down the hill. “Nope.”
As they get back to the inn Salvator walks up to Magpie and smacked him upside the head. “Don’t ever do that again! I thought you’d actually blown yourself up this time!” As things settled down Magpie figured out that there were a few interesting things that he’d missed by securing the stash. Though he’d been relatively certain that would be the case regardless considering the things he’d heard and what Artivan had said. As the true mourners of O’Malley’s passing came down to see what the commotion was all about the Rangers managed to convince the inn keeper that he was happy with the docks being blown apart. Though being told that it was a quick comment on Artivan’s part that the docks became the target instead of the inn probably helped. And being told that the Rangers would cover the repairs didn’t hurt either.
The Rangers were invited back into the inn to join the wake before they figured out their journey back. Kassegore hung back from the inn and Magpie decided to see what was going on with him and his captives. They had a very animated discussion about Kassegore’s plans for Camon and the Prelacy, and Magpie’s thoughts to those ends. By the time that they were ready to leave the next day the crater had long been filled and the river had gone back to its natural course. Magpie was certain that Kassegore was going to be a fun ally, though he wondered if Kassegore would ever really be able to follow through on his plans. Then wondered again what would happen if he did.