The Fianchetto: Steve, Celethor, Tylag, Xanos

[Trinity]

Incase anyone's curious:
Fianchetto: An Italian term that means "on the flank" and applies only to Bishops. A Fianchetto involves placing a white Bishop on g2 or b2 or a black Bishop on g7 or b7. This manoeuvre places the Bishop to a position from which it controls the longest diagonal.


So it had been decided that the quartet of bishops.. or pawns, or knights, whichever they preferred to think of themselves as, would move towards the docks, a tatical maneuver that could inadvertantly give them a very good advantage and lead. Advantage? It wasn't like they were competing, to be honest. Well.. Maybe just a bit. After all, who wouldn't like to claim the capture of the ever-present CoI? A constant plague and blight to the town, that group of convicts was, and if they took them out, Narim would likely hail them for generations to come!.. Just like they wouldn't soon forget Steve Lionhart and Perkar for their helpful defeat of the Orcs of Ire's invasion.

As the docks came into view, the natural hustle and bustle of everyday seadog life met their eyes and ears. It was early in the morn on that first brightening of spring, so not a lot of ships were docked as of yet. In fact, many of the fishing vessels were out amongst the sea, little dots amongst the horizon as they searched for the sea's bounty that would make them prosperous. A few governmental workers meandered here and there, and even a few sea-faring lads could be seen stretching and rubbing their eyes, too tired to have ventured onwards the previous night, and therefore had taken refuge in the Inns of Narim. It was a beautiful sight.. Especially since there wasn't even a surly, suspcious character in sight.

Or was there?
Off to the sides of the docks, warehouses remained where shipments were held until the propritiers and business owners could pick them up. The furthest one to the sea, an old run down place made of rotting wood and broken glass was borded up, a reminder that it needn't be used. The insides of all the warehouses were dark, as their doors and glasses didn't allow much light inside. A few of them were open as early birds came to pick up the late night shipments, but nothing really seemed unlawful about that. After all, there were governmental officials checking out the packages in the doorways to make sure they'd picked up the right ones and notating that those were now gone, with the end signature of the retriever. However, everyone basically avoided that end warehouse like the plague.

A few passerbys shook their heads as they looked at it, steering towards the left and almost bumping into the quartet of mock-investigators. One of them sighed and muttered to his friend,
"They should just tear that place down, would probably save everyone 'round here a lot o'grief." His friend only nodded in reply. Neither took notice of the four, as they weren't really being bothersome and didn't look like they were out to mug them or something.

They however, did steer pretty far away from a trio of men in ragged clothing, one of which was smoking a cigar under the overhang of a nearby wearhouse. His hair was longer than it should have been, and it looked like Marcel really needed to do some touch ups on the lad. He could've used a good shave too. As a matter-o-fact, both of his friends could have used some cleaning up too. Geeze, the people this town harbored needed to respect themselves more sometimes and just appear more decent than a bunch of good for nothing slobs.

The caws of seagulls and other birds that were now awake stung the salty air as their voices road the sea's waves. A few boats were coming in, and the harbor master was wittling away at documents in his little office on the shore.
Yes, the Serpent of the Sea docks, as a sign noted them, were bustling with activity.. Were there any suspecious folk out this early in the morn?..
Perhaps so, but not as easy to find as one would think?

[Steve Lionhart Gil'dae]

So Steve headed for the docks, the game of chess just beggining. 'Actually.. i'm kind of hungry' Steve thought quickly. He had to focus on the task at hand. Steve did want to be the one to find the criminals, a reward would be good. Although being hailed as hero's wasn't exactly Steve's idea of fun, as he already knew. Steve did want Narim to be safer, and he couldn't argue with being rewarded by the thane if they did find these criminals. He could do with some extra money, there was no denying it. He didn't think the kind of attention that would come with solving this was good though. No, it was easier if people didn't know him.

As they arrived at the docks, all was normal. There were few ships docked on that first spring morning, and many fishing boats where out at sea, Steve could just see them as black dots in the distance against the horizon. A few government people were walking around, going about their duties, and sailors could be seen stretching and rubbing thier eyes, just woken up after a restless night. Nothing shady or suspicious seemed to be going on, which didn't really help at all, even if it was good for the residents of Narim . Not at all what he thought the docks were like. He couldn't see anyone he looked suspicious. 'This is hopeless' he thought.

There were warehouses off to each side that were used for storing goods untill they were collected. That was all very normal, exept for one at the end which looked shabby and was boarded up. It looked naturally suspicious. Two passers by stood looking, shaking thier heads. Save everyone alot of grief? He wondered what that meant. The people steered clear of a group of men wearing ragged clothes under the overhang of a warehouse. One was smoking a cigar, they all looked dirty and scruffy. They obviously didn't care, or they would have tried washing, buying knew clothes, or in one case, getting a hair cut.

They looked like the kind of people who would be criminals, but that was just a prejudice. Steve didn't have a clue what to do next. "Any suggestions?" He asked the other three. Should Steve just go around questioning people? Talk to people who looked like criminals? He was glad he was a soldier, and not a detective. Being a detective seemed so difficult, where would you begin with a case like this? So little was know about this elusive CoI. No one even knew what that stood for.

[Tylag]

Tylag and the rest of the group had been following Steve towards the docks. when the group arrived at the docks the hustle and bustle of a city had not yet started. It was early in the morning so the docks were not very busy with ships. There was activity some people who looked official were around.

The caws of seagulls, and birds could be heard in the early morning. As the dwarf looked around no one jumped out at him as suspicious sterotypical criminal types. There were a few people one who was under a overhang smoking a cigar that looked like he and his two buddy's could use some contact with water.

The dwarf was glad that the group didn't have any plans to get onto a ship, but was intending to stay on the docks. A couple of people came near to the group of four detectives. the people mentioned tearing down a warehouse. Tylag looked and saw the boarded up warehouse that the couple of people must have been reffering to. All the other warehouses had people moving about them.

From this distance Tylag tried to find an opening into the boarded up warehouse. Maybe a loose board or someting they could pry open.

Tylag was started out of his observations by Steve's voice. Tylag thought just for a moment when Steve had asked if anybody had any suggestions. Tylag spoke up and said in his response to Steve's question." I think we have a couple of leads. First we could go talk to those three upstanding citizens by that warehouse" When Tylag said upstanding citizens his voice driped with sacrasm. "Or he could check out that boarded up warehouse. Both seem to be left alone, and I think that anything a bunch of people are avoiding is something we should look into. Alternativly I see several goverment officals about. We could try to ask one of them about either those dirty citizens or that warehouse. It might be helpful to have a little more information before we make a move."

The dwarf finishes and waits to hear what the group thinks about his idea, and what other ideas they have.

[Celethor Tyran]

Celethor walked with the three members of his group down to the docks. Hopefully, this could give them such an advantage as the Fianchetto in chess, controlling the longest diagonal. This could mean that they see the longest clue away, or they could jump up and attack a pawn if the situation presented itself. Either way, they were advancing themselves into a strategic position that could prove to be a good decision in capturing the infamous CoI. Not that Celethor was in it much for the fame himself. It was really more about his entire race. If a dracon turned up the city's criminal, then dracons would be looked upon not so much as criminals and more as regular men, just like humans with different skin. That was what he wanted, more toleration. Very few had tolerated him. It was something Celethor felt very deeply about.

Everything on the docks seemed normal. A few workers here and there. The occasional young man trying to wake up after a sleepless night. The dots amongst the sea, giving evidence that most of the seadogs were out fishing. This could mean that someone who could give them information or even a member of the criminal syndicate itself was not here right now. But, there was still some hope.

When Celethor strained his eyes, he could see the warehouse furthest to the sea. It didn't look like a place you'd have a wedding in, with rotted wood and broken glass littered all around it. It was boarded up, which was interesting. It must have been a condemned building or something. Perhaps the owner had gone bankrupt. The dracon could see anything inside, as the windows allowed hardly any light to get through. He noticed that everyone seemed to avoid that warehouse, even though it seemed like an ordinary run-down building. A group of people near Celethor's group shook their heads at it, saying that the government should just tear the place down. Celethor would've agreed with them whole-heartedly.

So everything seemed in order here, except for one thing. Other than the warehouse, there was one more thing that everyone avoided. A group of three men nearby. They looked very haggard and one was smoking a cigar. They looked terrible, in dire need of a bath. The dracon was scared to get close to them for fear of the iminent smell. But, Celethor picked up his armpits and sniffed them. He wasn't too much better, and he had to think about the last time he bathed. Then he decided this wasn't the time to give in to his feminine side.

Steve asked for suggestions, and the dwarf, Tylag, gave some. To check up on the obvious targets, and to ask the officials about them too. Celethor knew this sounded like the simple answer. But he wasn't so sure about it. It was all too obvious. He doubted that members of a highly secretive criminal syndicate would be so sloppy about keeping themselves unknown. He thought about the government officials, but he didn't know if they would go as far as to kill the Prefect, one of their own.

Another thing was to be considered. They were supposed to be the upstanding citizens here. Hanging around places everyone avoided in plain daylight would reveal their intentions and scare off any members of the syndicate that happened to be watching. And asking officials about what everyone thought they knew too much about would also give away their identities. And that was something they needed to keep badly.

"I think we should split up, see what we can find by just wandering around. We should think up purposes for us to be here. Four of us asking around isn't just common. We can't have the CoI knowing who we are before we know who they are. If we can, I think we should try to sneak up to the boarded warehouse without being seen, and get in through the windows. Then we can check it out. Perhaps split up two-and-two, or maybe even by ourselves. But I think it would be unwise to reveal ourselves to the enemy."

[Xanos Volken]

Xanos studyed the area around him with distaste. He hated criminals, and and ever since his mother was murdered. He was clueless as to ideas, but was leaning more toward's Celethor's plan. "I also think we should try and get into the warehouse," he said.

OOC: Sorry for the crappy post but I got finals soon, gotta study

[Steve Lionhart Gil'dae]

Steve listened to the two plans, first from the dwarf and then from his friend Celethor. He valued their opinions and suggestions, both of them, and although the dwarfs plan was good enough, he liked Celethors more. He didn't think the government workers would know if something was going on in there. Split up, so they didn't appear too suspicious, then sneak up on that unsavoury looking warehouse. Then have a look inside, see if there was anything suspicious. Just a bit of scouting around. It was a good plan. It would be a change to be stealthy anyway, rather then running up, alerting everyone to his presence and hacking things to bits, or indeed, being injured in some way. That was as yet not needed, although Steve was always ready to defend himself

The other of the group also liked Celethors plan. He had to give it to the dracon, it was a good idea. "I think having a peek into the warehouse is a good idea, both are good idea's, but i think we should take a look at that dodgy looking warehouse and see if it turns anything up. So we are agreed?" The majority wanted to check out the warehouse, so thats what they were did. He hoped Tylag didn't mind. Having a bitter dwarf would do now good to them. "So lets split up. I don't think going alone is a brilliant idea. I'll go with Celethor." Steve hardly noticed he was taking control really, he hoped the others didn't mind. But someone had to make decisions.

Steve looked all of them in the eyes, and just waited for them to do something, say something, or even complain about something. Hopefully they would be compliant, simply because Steve didn't want to waste time argueing

[Tylag]

Tylag watched as the elf who had started walking to the dock, and by that action at least to Tylag had shown he was the leader listened to the plans. He choose the dracons plan. Tylag didn't mind.

After hearing the dracon's plan Tylag did have to admit that it was better than his. He addressed issues that Tyalg hadn't.

"Agreed" Tylag said wholeheardly. The dwarf was also relieved that they would be going in pairs, and not singly.

Tylag looked at the person who was t obe his partner."You and me then I guess" Turning back to the elf who advocated the dracon's plan. Tylag asked" Do you want us to pick our own routes to that warehouse, where do you want to meet up at?"

[Trinity]

As the quartet of bishops continued to discuss their situations and devise a plan, a few government officials gave them a glance over. They then moved past them, towards the (as Tylag had put it) upstanding citizens on the adjacent warehouse and proceeded to harass them into running off. It didn't do good for have hooligans and shady folk standing around under warehouses, scaring off stockers for companies and other things. It smelled strongly of fish around here, too. The officials didn't seem to mind that, except for that it might seep into their clothes after awhile. By officials, too, it was meant that most of them were employee type folk that worked various, but necessary jobs along the docks. In fact, there were actually only a few true members of the City Watch about, and they were standing off towards a particularily busy warehouse, making sure nothing funny happened over there whilst cargo was being unloaded from a nearby vessel.

As the group neared the warehouse, ironing out the last bit of their plan.. Well, it was a sight to see. Wooden boards had been nailed up over the entry. A few nearby windows had actually been smashed through (likely by kids that thought smashing through abandoned window's buildings would be quite the fun venture).. A particularily big piece of wood had been painted on in red to read: "CONDEMED". By the look of the paint, it had been there quite awhile. From inside, the occasional scamper of a rat could be heard. Or was it a rat? Maybe it was something (or someone?) else. They couldn't hear anything else too well, seeing it was quite the warehouse and could probably house thousands of pounds of fish, if needed. Well, not that it could serve that purpose anymore. On the left side, which they noticed as the passed, were a flight of stairs up to the overseer's balcony. That would have been where the supervisor for this particular warehouse would have stood brightening in and brightening out. It looked like it hadn't been used in awhile, but the doorway that led inside from there was actually.. devoid of a door. This definately proved it was an older warehouse. Some of the newer ones actually didn't have stairs up to the balcony from the outside like that.

One thing was for sure though. This warehouse smelled kind of gross. No wonder though, considering it had probably been condemed for awhile now. Why was it condemed, though? Perhaps they were about to find out.

[Steve Lionhart Gil'dae]

Steve noticed a few of the government types walking around glance at them. Probably just making sure nothing suspicious was going on. Then they walked past the group of investigators, towards those shady looking, badly dressed 'upstanding citizens' and went to move them along. Obviously, even if they men hadn't actually done anything wrong, the officials didn't want people like that hanging around their warehouses, scaring off people. The air reeked of fish, which Steve didn't particularly like, since he wasn't used to the smell. That odour what get into their clothes soon enough. He didn't want to smell of fish, but they had important things to do. There didn't seem to be many watchmen around, apart a group standing near a very busy warehouse. Still, everything seemed normal. But who knew what lurked in the shadows, unseen by the group? There was no way of knowing, without actually going and finding out, which was slightly fustrating

They neared the warehouse. Steve could see it was very run down indeed. The door had been boarded up with wood. Some of the windows had been smashed... not unusual for abandoned buildings. A large piece of wood had 'condemed' painted on it in red, which looked like it had been there for quite some time. He could hear some scampering from inside the condemed building. Rats probably... or possibly not. But probably just rats. There was nothing else to be heard, which suggested there was probably not anyone inside. On the left there was a flight of stairs leading to the viewers balcony, which had a doorway without the door leading inside. Once, there would have been a manager type person up there, supervising the workers as they toiled inside the fish filled smelly warehouse. It was probably once quite a bustling place, but now it was just a sad old run down building. That was a feature of the older buildings, the staircase from outside. It certainly was a old building. 'Exactly the kind of place you would expect to find a criminal'. Perhaps it was too obvious a place.

The building certainly smelled bad. It had been condemed for a long time. Steve didn't even know why it had been condemed in the first place. Perhaps that didn't matter. Steve surveyed the area, thinking for a few seconds, wondering what to do next. He looked at the group. "Now we split up. I think, me and Celethor will go up those stairs and have a look to see whats inside. You two... look for a way in. We dont want to have to smash down those planks, that would attract attention. Be careful around this place too.... its old, and might fall down. And whatever you do, don't get caught by the bad guys." He said quietly with a slight smile. "Agreed?" Basically, he was telling them what to do. He hoped they didn't mind. As soon as he had replies, he planned to proceed up those stairs... slowly and carefully. They were decrepid old things, and he didn't really want to fall through the staircase. Also, being slow would be quiter. Creaking wood could alert the people inside, if there was anyone inside.

[Tylag]

As the group continued to discuss their plans they got nearer and nearer to the old abandonded warehouse. AS the dwarf looked around he noticed that they were only a few actual goverment employees around, and most of those were gathered around one building.

There was a board that said condemmned on the abandoned warehouse the group had decided to investigate. Some members of the watch were around and they ran off the upstanding citizens that were hanging around. The smell of fish hung heavy, and with that comes with spending time around here Tylag and his group's clothes would soon reek of fish. Not a pleasant smell in and of itself.

The warehouse the group had decided to investigate had a set of stairs that went up to a balcony where a long time ago someone would have stood up and supervised the people working in his warehouse. The elf who had by default become the groups's leader said he and the dracon would take the stairs. That left Tylag and his partner to find another way in.

Nodding towards their leader Tylag looks at his partner to make sure he is coming, and then heads around the warehouse the opposite side from the stairs trying to find another entrance point. Tylag almost smiles when the elf says to not get caught.

[Xanos Volken]

Xanos wrinkeled his nose at the smell of the warehouse. If there were any crminals in here, they must be filthy. When Steve suggested splitting up, Xanos shrugged and went along with it. The paiings worked well, Celethor and Steve were obviosly used to working together, and each group had one agile fighter and one strong one. He followed Tylag around to the side of the warehouse while Celethor and Steve went up the stairs. He could only hope that they could find an entrance into the warehouse that wouldn't involve smashing boards, but if they couldn't find one, it didn't seem like they would have much of a choice.

[Celethor Tyran]

OoC: Congrats on the Companionship and the cool avvy, Steve!

IC: Celethor tried to look like an innocent bystander as the government officials passed by. He decided then and there that he would pull off an act so as to seem like the four were here on business. But he waited until they were near the warehouse, where they were most likely to be watched. Celethor knew they stuck out like a sore thumb, so he decided to take matters into his own hands to make sure everyone "knew" they were just there to "do business." Once they knew that the four were harmless, they'd lose interest, and Celethor could relax about anybody following them. The dracon reached into his pocket, fidgeting around for something. After he had found it, he pulled out a single gold crown, and tossed it to Xanos. Then he held out his hand, as if he was closing a bargain. Hopefully, to anyone watching, this would seem a simple exchange between seadogs, or, at least, business men. If Xanos took his hand, then Celethor would lean over and say in a whisper, "If you find anything, don't holler. Remember, we don't want to be the bad guys either."

Then Celethor released Xanos and walked back towards Steve, and followed him to the warehouse. All the time he kept a stone-face, not glaring at anything but the horizon. He didn't scan the area too much, so as not to look like a stranger to the docks. He didn't want to have anything make him stick out. Because, even if the guards were busy at another warehouse, if they noticed him, and thought he was causing trouble, then they would be on the group in a snap. Celethor didn't do so well with prejudiced guards, and today's escapade would be no different.

They finally got to the warehouse and Steve split them up. Celethor nodded quietly to his question of affirmatives, though he knew there would be no objections. It seemed as if Steve and himself had, in this short time, asserted themselves as leaders, despite the fact that they had agreed to have none. It figured. Some sentient beings must lead, and others must follow. No matter how hard you try, people will always lead, and people will always follow. It was good in this scenario, however, as decisions needed to be made decisively and instantly. This was no time for daudeling.

Celethor heard the noise inside, but disregarded it, figuring that whatever was in there would show itself soon enough. Whether it was a rat or a murderer, they would find out soon enough. The dracon followed Steve up the stairs. He went slowly also, partly because he knew it would be better in order to keep a low profile, partly because he was forced to as Steve was going slowly. What awaited them at the top was anyone's guess.

[Trinity]

Celethor and Steve:

As the pair made their way up the stairs, they could feel them start to creak under the weight. One board even felt like it wanted to give way under Celethor just as he moved off of it, but no deafening crack was heard behind him. The railing had broken off towards the top and looked so splintered a person could have said it was struck by lightening or something. At the top, the balcony extended inside and had another stairwell down. On the inside, they could see the upper windows were covered in dust and made it hard for light to filter inside too well.

With Steve in the lead, they were able to look around inside. The balcony was big enough to fit both of them on it while they surveyed the area, and quite honestly it was an odd sight to be seen. There were a few crates here and there, many that stood open and were probably where that horrific smell of reaking fish was coming from. There were a few levels to this old building, but they all gave way in the center to look down at the ground floor. In a quick count, the pair would notice that there was approximately three other levels besides the one they were on. It was a pretty tall warehouse from the looks on the inside. The stairs hadn't made it feel this big.
Yes, approximately had been the key word though on the number of levels. Level three was broken near a corner before the stairs that led to the bottom, making that area sort of unsafe looking. The rafters at the top had a few birds' nests in them, too.

From where they were, the only weird thing was that Celethor had seemingly stepped on something. Specifically, a crumpled piece of parchment. Steve, however, was standing on the solid boards that made up the platform. But he could see why it was condemened. There were lots of little sounds here and there. The scurry of rats, the sounds of something that could have been whispers, but might have been a trick of the wind. (Not that it was blowing harshly this brightening though.) They'd probably gotten spooked, said it was haunted and ran off or something. That seemed to be the likeliest case. And of course, haunted places were always the best hang outs for bad guys, right?

Xanos and Tylag:

The pair meandered around the building, looking for an alternate entrance and immediately found windows that were covered in dust and too old to open properly. It was an interesting site, and gave hardly any vision to the inside other than it was obviously kind of dank and dark in there. There was an outline for a crate near the window, but that was about it.

Up ahead, the pair saw three crates, though. They were wooden, and looked rather heavy. All lids were still on, and they were stacked like huge stairs that looked pretty easy to climb up on. Tylag would have to jump to catch the next box, but they could probably make it. There was a window above this that was smashed out cleanly, leaving hardly any jagged edges of glass that could possibly cut them if they tried to get inside. A few muddy footprints that looked like they slid across here and were made by boots were ontop of the first visible crate.

They couldn't see much else from this point, other than that this area was currently in the shadow of the warehouse due to the suns' positionings and that.. Well, there were hunter green feathers sticking out in the crack of space between the warehouse's outer wall and the crate itself. Like someone had dropped it in their haste to climb the crates.

So, they could make an attempt to see where that window would drop them out of, or what those feathers were.. Or just continue around the warehouse and hope to find another entrance. So far, many of the smashed windows proved useless as they still contained large chunks of glass that would hinder and quite possibly hurt them both. This might have been their only, or best option. What they did with it though, was up to them.

[Steve Lionhart Gil'dae]

The stairs were creaking under his feet. He certainly felt a little uneasy, they were old stairs and the wood was probably rotten. He wondered how long it had been since someone walked up them. He carried on walking though. One thing that did get his attention was that the railing was broken off near the top. It was very splintered, and it looked like it had been blasted by something. Maybe lightling, maybe some heavy bloke had crashed through it. It only made the stairs seem more dangerous. But they did reach the top of the creaky old stairs without trouble, although Steve hoped the creaking hadn't been heard. If there was anyone else about to hear it, which Steve didn't know. The balcony went inside the condemed building, and there was another staircase leading down into it. Inside the windows were covered in dust, not letting much light in. This place certainly seemed like the kind of place you'd go if you didn't want to be found

They looked inside the large, old warehouse. The balcony on the inside was big enough for both Steve and Celethor, and he walked on in. Steve scanned the warehouse carefully. There were a few crates around, many of them were open. Perhaps that was the source of that terrible smell of fish. Probably old fish. Steve covered his nose. He really hated that smell. He wouldn't be surprised if there really was no one in there. How could they stand the smell if they were? There were, from what he could see three more levels, all of them gave way in the center so the ground floor could be seen. The warehouse was certainly a large building, although he hadn't thought it was so big. Level three was broken before the stairs that lead to the bottom. That peice of the building didn't look very safe. But maybe to get to the bottom they would have to go over that, or go back outside to see if there was another way in that the others had found. He noticed that the rafters at the top had a few birds nests. He wondered how they could stand the smell.

Steve was standing on solid boards that the platform had been constructed of. He didn't notice Celethor was standing on a piece of parchment. Steve was still looking around the warehouse. He could hear plently too. Scurries of rats, but also something else. Something that sounded like voices, whispers. Maybe it was just the wind. It seemed a likely place for a criminal to be, even though the building wasn't safe and it totally reeked of fish. He wondered what the other two were up to. He hoped they were trying to be stealthy. Steve eyed the stairs that lead down from the platform. "Well i guess we go down." He whispered to Celethor. Although, level 3 would pose a problem... He stepped onto the stairs that lead down from the balcony, testing that it would take his weight, and then went down slowly

ooc: thanks Celethor. Trin, im trying to beat Xitus

[Tylag]

Tylag and Xanos had been going around the building trying to find another entrance. immediately the pair found windows that were covered in dust, and after a moments view Tylag realized that the windows wouldn't open properly which effectively canceled those particular windows as an entrance point.

But just ahead there was a group of crates that were set up almost as stairs to a window. Tylag stepped toward the window and the box the made a convient set of stairs. As he walked the dwarf was careful about where he placed his feet. He did not to hit anything that would alarm anybody outside the warehouse if there was anybody inside. Tylag also did not want to trip on any refuse or debris along the building that would also cause noise. Tylag wondered if that was a normal way to stack crates or if that way of stacking is not normal, but upon closer investigation Tylag realized that he would have to jump to reach the boxes.

The window the boxes led up to a window that by the looks of it had been smashed out pretty cleanly. There were few jagged edges of glass that would cut the dwarf and his partner if they went in through this particular window. There had been other windows that the dwarf and his partner had seen but most had jagged edges of glass that were pretty large. Tylag had no desire to be cut into ribbons by glass before he even got into the building they were investigating. The dwarf was glad that this part of the warehouse was in shadow due to the position of the sun. This window looks like a obvious entrance point, but is it to obivous The dwarf thinks to himself.

Some kind of hunter green feathers were sticking out between the crate and the outer wall of the warehouse. It seemed that the feathers may have been dropped in a hurry. Tylag after moving to the crates examined the feathers. He decides to take some and show it to the other pair of the group and see what they say about it. Turning to his partner the dwarf whispered " What do you think do we go in here, or try to find another way in, or something else" He waits for his partner's input before a decision is made.