{ Narcoleptics are kind of funny to watch... [/Zephyismean] }
Sarge wrote:
Acedia found her way up onto a rafter. From there, she could see the whole stable. Maxwell was bound and gaged, and had been beaten severely about the face and chest. He was unconcious on the floor, laying on his back. One of his kidnappers was standing guard over him with a longsword. The rest were keeping watch at the doors and windows. There were six in all: The one standing guard over Maxwell, two by the barn door, and one each at the three windows. (The back door, however, was unguarded.)
The only one with a sword was the one guarding Maxwell, but the others looked like they had concealed weapons under their clothes. The two by the barn door had big wooden clubs. They all looked like they were waiting for something.
One of the kidnappers by the window whispered: "Hey, don'cha think Frankie should have made contact by now?"
The one with the sword replied: "Have some patience. Negotiating a ransom demand can take time."
The other whispered back: "I'm just saying..."
The swordsman said: "And I'm just telling you: Frankie and me has this all planned out, so shut yer yap and do as your told."
The other man didn't reply, but he looked like he didn't like being talked to in that way.
After scurrying around, to possibly catch a glimpse of any possible weapons hidden in, say, piles of straw or feeding troughs, and satisfied that there was no such danger, she made the above mental notes and turned to leave. She ended up having to dig herself a way out, as she could not find the little gap by which she had entered in the first place. Nevertheless, Acedia started off for the place she'd shifted post-haste, as that was where her clothes were, only to discover that they weren't there. Resourceful Taryn must have taken them back to the tavern, she reasoned, and so she set off for that building, hoping the medallion's power would hold out until then.
She scurried into the bar. Taryn noticed and indicated that her garments were behind the bar. About a minute after the large rodent made its way over the counter, a mostly-dressed Acedia popped her head up. All she had to do was fasten the buttons on the fitted sleeveless jacket that passed for a bodice. After finishing that task, she got to her feet and smoothed down her torn and fraying skirts.
"Find anything?" asked Taryn, in a voice soft enough that only she and Acedia could hear.
"I found Maxwell," Acedia said in an equally soft voice. "He's not doing too well."
"Dead?"
"No. Just battered and unconscious."
"Oh. That's good, sorta. You should probably be reporting this to Farnham."
Acedia nodded and got out from behind the bar and walked up to Farnham.
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