He listened to the rain hitting the roof of the warehouse and watching small puddles start to form from where the water was dripping in. He thought it was a bad omen. But it wasn’t for him to decide. It was for the 9 men sitting around the table who were arguing. Suddenly all the doors of the warehouse flew open and members of the city guard began running in. He didn’t hesitate, nor did any of the other 27 people in room. He pulled his short sword out of its sheath and released the dagger he had hidden in his sleeve and let it slide down till he could grab the handle and charged at the guards closest to him. He parried the guards strike easily with his dagger and stuck his sword into the guard’s neck. As the guard fell he turned to battle another. He felt a stabbing pain in his shoulder. He glanced to his side and saw the shaft of an arrow sticking out of his shoulder. He quickly tumbled to the side. But he wasn’t quick enough as he felt the slash of a sword at his back. He dropped to one knee for a second but the instinct of living on the streets for so long kicked in and jumped back up and turned to face the guard that hit him in the back. He tried to parry the next blow with his dagger, but it was no longer there. The sword impaled him in his stomach. He knew he was dead, but damned if he didn’t take at least another one of these scum out with him. He quickly plunged his sword in between one of the slits on the side of the soldier’s armor just as darkness fell upon him.
Tolman, Mirek and Pepper Anne sat at a table in the corner of the famous inn known as the “X-Marks the Spot.” It was fuller than normal, but quieter than ever. News spread quickly of the raids on hideouts and safe houses belonging to all the guilds and the attack on the meeting of the nine guild lords. Like everyone else in the inn they were afraid, hoping this place, considered neutral territory by the nine guilds and the city guard, was a safe place and would also not be raided.
Tolman, Mirek and Pepper Anne had all only met once before merely two weeks before at the house of Abel Basehore, the top Lieutenant of the Rough Boys Guild. They knew not what each other was capable of but they knew each had skills useful to the Rough Boys, and were good enough to be recognized by Abel.
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