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30th of Zi’da, Arc 716
It had been several trials since the wine tasting, and Alex was still waiting for her door to be kicked down by a troop of knight with orders to kill her. Alas, it appeared it was not to be. She had heard about it the morning after, rumors flying thick and fast as they tend to in a city, but it had been forgotten just as quickly.

It was night now and Alex was getting ready to go. From the wine tasting, she had realized that she needed human test subjects. Their small shack had an even smaller cellar, not much more than a hole, and it was the perfect spot to store their ‘patients’. They had spent the last two trials chipping away at the frozen dirt and making sure no one could hear screaming from outside. It was now complete with three sets of manacles, discretely pilfered by Alex from three different smiths on opposite sides of the city.

Warren had handled the preparation for the kidnapping side. He had filled her in earlier that trial and Alex knew what her role was, with three doses of “Kidnapper” poison. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it didn’t need to be. It was accompanied by a small flask of an aerosol version of the same poison. Alex had fiddled with the recipe for it, but it was hard to test when she wasn't affected by most poisons. She hoped it would work, but it was only a backup anyway.

The target had been staked out for days, the three women stalked relentlessly. All three lived in the same house, and were apparently spinster sisters. Their father had died a season earlier and all the sisters were supposed to be leaving town the following trial, rather suddenly. No one would notice their disappearance for at least a season, by which point they would be long dead.

Alex followed behind Warren closely, trudging through the deep snow. The night was pretty, snow falling heavily and Alex took a moment to stare up at the snowflakes wafting down. The moment passed, and she turned back to follow her father, nearly running into him.

Ahead of them was a dark figure, tall and hunched. Warren cocked his head and peered at it before nodding and walking forward quickly. As Alex drew near, her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. The man, if you could call him that, towered over her.

“You Fridgar?” Warren asked in a quiet voice. The snow falling around them blanketed the sound and made them feel isolated from the rest of the world.

“Follow me. I doubt we’ll need you to protect us, but better safe than sorry. Here’s half the agreed upon money, 100GN, and you’ll get the other half once we’ve reached the safe house unharmed. Do you have any questions?”
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He crunched his knuckles, trying to shake off the aching pain that nestles deep in his bones. 'That Aukari sure had a hard head' he thought to himself, almost completely recovered from the fight he'd gotten into earlier. The sound his knuckled made as they popped was pleasing, reminding him a little of whenever he'd use his magic. He rolled his shoulders, his abdomen still stung from the impact of the log - what was that crazy bastard thinking anyway? It was his own damn fault for starting up the fight again.

Regardless of whether he was 100% fighting fit or not, he'd agreed to help some guy with something. 200gn was on the line and he wasn't ready to see that opportunity wasted, a whole 200gn! This is where he'd been told to meet him, perhaps he was late? 200gn was worth the wait. He leaned back against a wall, pondering what could have been so important to need a payment that large - nothing legal probably. He'd bust a few heads and ribs before, it wasn't that big of a deal. Whether he could trust this weird old man or not was a different matter, as such - he wore his totem necklace, ready to unleash if anything went wrong.

Finally, the guy showed up with a woman with him, a woman of all people? "Yeah, it's me." he looked between the two, curious of what sort of mercenary work he'd signed up for. Once presented with half the money agreed upon, he stared wide eyed to the man - 'He fessed up 100gn that easy? Is this dude a noble or what?'. He swiftly pocketed the cash and spoke "That's what I like to see. What do you need done again?" with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, you haven't given me too many details, guy. What do you mean by protect you? Am I your body guard?" He looked the man in the eyes, seriousness lining his own irises. Once his question had been answered, he'd follow the man - keeping a sharp eye on both him, the woman and the townsfolk.
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"It's...complicated. We have to go... collect three women from a house across town." Warren was choosing his words carefully, giving the man plenty of time to back out. It was better now, when there was nothing definite than when it came time to actually bring their bodies back to their house. The difference between the raw strength exuded by the mercenary and the cool, almost posh attitude Warren was giving off was stark. He was in his aristocratic form, in case anyone tried to go looking for him. No one would think to look for a noble-looking man in Low-town.

"They might not come agreeably, and there may be other complications along the way that we need your help with. Additionally, we will require you for several trials. You will be appropriately compensated for your time," he said breezily, waving a hand as if it were an afterthought.

He turned around and led back the way they had come, gesturing the two to follow him closely. The unlikely trio walked down streets, Warren doing his best to choose the most circuitous route possible to make their merc lose his sense of direction. At long last, they stopped in front of the house. It was a modest size, standard for Mid-town Anaris.

"Wait here," Warren hissed at them and walked over to the wall.

Alex crouched down, looking over at the giant of a man. "Can you make yourself less conspicuous somehow?"

Warren reached up to a round window barely a foot across, and pushed it open. It hinged at the top, and swung open silently. In the dark of the alley, he couldn't tell if Fridgar could see him or not, but that mattered little. The man was going to die at some point, be it now or later.

He quickly stripped, pushing his clothes through the small gap before focusing. Less than a bit later, a large black python lay coiled on the ground, its head pushing through the window. Alex had sat, huddled on the ground with her palms out, as if asking for coin. Several passerbys had walked past without giving her a second glance, determined not to make eye contact.

Warren appeared as the front door swung open. "Hurry up!"

Alex looked up and down the street- no sign of life. The nearby windows had been devoid of life as long as she had sat there- it was now or never. She got up and crept into the house.

It was almost too easy.

The women were simple maids, hardly expecting a home invasion. The needles slid into their skin, waking them briefly, but Warren covered their mouths with a cloth until the venom took hold and their limbs stiffened. One by one, he hissed at the merc to collect them. They would need his massive strength to carry them back and Alex silently hoped he'd be up to the task.

The drug would take at least half a dozen breaks to wear off, and even then the women would suffer from its side effects until the next trial. There was no rush at the moment.

Curiosity had been peaked in her, however, and she crept to the kitchen, still doing her best to be silent. She slowly opened and closed the cupboard, lighting a single candle to search better.

At last she had found it, and after a brief inspection, Alex confirmed it was, in fact, Da'kir Tea.

Her father had been telling the truth. The women they were kidnapping had killed their father, on purpose. Warren had confirmed that all the sisters knew the plan, having desired their rather sizeable inheritance, and he hadn't lied to her yet. Grimacing, she closed the cupboards and blew out the candle.

They had fooled the law, but judgment was here.
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He listened intently, trying to keep track of the fancy man's words. "Oh right, you want me to carry three people. Easy!" He nodded with a grin. 'Crap, how the hell am I meant to carry three women without becoming? Think fast, that's 100 gold nel on the line!' he thought to himself, by now his grin had shifted to a more uncomfortable frown seemingly without his knowing. "Hey, if you're paying like this, I have no complaints working with you two for a few days." he patted his pocket, sounding the jingle of coins. Finally time to head off, Fridgar stuck close by to the man as instructed, watching the streets for anyone that might prove themselves a problem.

Despite having been at Andaris for six trials, he'd only been in the city once before, and that was to find work. As such, his focus remained little on where they were going and instead the safety of the people that were paying him. He looked briefly to the two he was in company with, satisfied that they knew where they were going, he continued to survey the streets of lowtown. Seeing the occasional scum and such, but nothing that would prove a threat to them. The man then instructed that him and the girl waited here and sneaked off ahead. He looked to the girl with confusion, why was she crouching? "Uhh... Yeah, okay." He mimicked her movements, only succeeding in making himself look more suspicious.

He still hadn't considered why he would need to carry three unwilling women across the streets of lowtown, but the promise of nel was more than enough to keep his thoughts at bay. "Oh, that's clever. No one will suspect a thing!" he declared, seeing the girl pretending to be a beggar. Suspicion crept up inside of him - why were they being so secretive about this? Once the front door had been opened, he stood up from his crouched position and followed the girl, ducking under the low door frame as he entered, completely oblivious to the presence of another shape shifter.

One inside the house, he had a little look around. That's weird, perhaps the two were friends of the people they were carrying? That would explain how they let themselves in. With a curious expression, he surveyed the room - it was admittedly a nice house, even nicer than the outside. He then saw the women - fast asleep? He rolled his eyes as the man and woman huddled around one of them and rubbed his palms together quickly and raising them to clap - ready to wake the girls up for their transportation but stopped himself mid-swing. The glint of a needle had halted him in his tracks - a needle they were pushing into the skin of one of the girls, and muffling her mouth? Oh no. He stared with wide eyes as he finally comprehended the work he'd gotten himself into - this was a kidnapping.

He stood there with his jaw dropped in awe and eyes wide - unable to come to terms with just who he'd been travelling with. Snapped out of his fear with a hiss, he shook his head and remained focused on the prize - 100 gold nels were waiting for him. With great discomfort, he approached the woman they'd knocked out and carefully lifted her from her bed. She was surprisingly light for a human, perhaps the fact that she was female? Or that she was a maid... regardless, carrying one wouldn't be an issue, three might however. He slumped the first onto his back and held her wrist and ankle in front of him with one hand, performing a fire-man's lift.

The woman he was working with went into the kitchen for some reason? Maybe she was hungry. Regardless, he had a job to do - not time for snacks. He took hold of the other girl with great difficulty, starting with the wrist. Grunting, he pulled her over his shoulder on top of the other female and took hold of ankle as she slid. he put the four limbs in front of him with one hand and held tight - his paws were massive in proportion to the female's smaller, more fragile limbs and could hold on to the two girls with one hand at a stretch. Things were getting heavy now, he focused his breathing and approached the third. He scooped her up with his free hand around her waist and put his hands together. She fit snug in the gap that his arm formed, so the hold wasn't that uncomfortable, but by the gods were the three of them together heavy. He interlocked his fingers with struggle, arms shaking under the pressure. If his mind gave out, his body wouldn't.

"Uhh, chief?" He whispered. "I can't... Carry these three forever. Can we... get moving?" he spoke between grunts to the male, eager to get this over with. His expression still pained or uncomfortable, be it from the strain on his muscles or the strain on his morals. This was wrong, no good could come of this. What would Eric think? Even Rey'na? he prayed that they weren't seen on the way to wherever they were going in silence. He looked about uncomfortably, arms shaking and bulging with veins and muscle. "Chief...?" He grunted, skin now starting to sweat a little.
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The man was the worst person to bring to a secret kidnapping. He stuck out more than anyone else she had ever met, and his attempt to blend in next to her only made him stick out even more. She was thankful when no one stopped or questioned them. The door opened let the tension bleed out of her and she relaxed as she entered the house.

Alex watched in awe as the massive man hauled three people Alex's size onto his back, only appearing to struggle with the last.

How....

Warren nodded and gestured to Alex as Fridgar began to struggle. They left the house, Alex leading the way as Warren stayed behind to lock up. Another quick transformation and he was through, sparing a few moments to wipe their tracks from the house away. He jogged to catch up with the two of them, following the obvious massive footprints of Fridgar.

At a quiet word, Alex darted ahead of the two who were moving slowly with the three women slung over Fridgar's back. Warren kept quiet as they walked, resting whenever Fridgar needed it. He had figured the man would need to stop along the way- three people were a lot to carry.

Alex, for her part, had shifted to the old woman, her back hunched and shoulders rounded. Despite her apparent age she moved quickly, scanning the streets for any passerbys or guards. At this time of night, in Lowtown, it was highly unlikely for them to run into anyone else, and Alex hugged the shadows.

Only twice did she have to reroute them, both times as a troop of guards appeared suddenly from the white blanket of snow that surrounded them. The first time, Warren directed Fridgar to a small alley to rest as he and Alex muddled the set of tracks that led to Fridgar. The second time Alex simply had them change direction, and then they were back.

The snow was falling thick enough that their tracks would be gone by morning.

Alex pushed open the door and stoked the embers of the fire, shifting back to a familiar form for Fridgar. Flames were crackling by the time Warren walked in, and Alex had two cups of steaming tea ready, though they were waved off for the moment. Warren led Fridgar down the even ramp to the cellar.

"Attach their wrists and ankles, if you please," he said, grabbing the first woman to do just that.

When all the women were securely attached, Warren wiped his face and looked over at him. "I'm sure you're curious about what and why, and are probably debating running straight to the guard."

He turned his back to Fridgar, and walked upstairs. "We can explain."

Whenever Fridgar walked up the ramp, Warren closed the trapdoor and dragged the bed over the entrance.

"Please, sit," Alex said, holding out a mug of tea. Warren sat on the other side of the table, and looked at Alex pointedly.

"Okay, I'll explain. These women, though you may not know it, are murderers. They are sisters, and a while ago one of them decided they were tired of waiting for their inheritance. Their father was still healthy and strong, but they knew that they needed to kill him off in a non-suspicious way," she said, resting her elbows on the table. "Da'kir Tea is something that allows them to do that. It mimics the signs of a degenerative disease, something neural. The person typically loses control of their muscles, and they wind up trapped inside of their own body."

She paused, letting it sink it.

"The law didn't catch them. Aelig's balls, they didn't even do an investigation. The women were leaving tomorrow on a ship, putting as much space between themselves and this city as they could. They deserve what is coming to them."

Warren chimed in, cutting Alex off. "Patricide is one of the worst crimes. The man provided for them, and this is how they repaid him."

Finished at last, the two waited to see how the man would react. Fridgar wouldn't be able to tell, but Alex saw how tense Warren was. If the man tried to escape, Warren would kill him before he made it to the door. "Are you still in?"
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Following hot at the female's heels, Fridgar pushed through the burning sensation that wracked his body, he was able to beast it for some time with a little help of his adrenaline but had to slow down after a few bits. The male had caught up to them and the female had rushed off ahead - scouting perhaps? He would have to ask their names later, he couldn't keep addressing them by gender. As they pushed onwards, the strain became too much as he neared his physical limit and he had to rest. Taking the time to catch his breath and wipe the sweat from his eyes every few bits, he was completely spent of all his remaining energy before long.

Continuing the push regardless, he tried to shift his focus elsewhere, away from the agony in his muscles and bones. He couldn't think of much however, the only other thing on his mind was that he was kidnapping a bunch of innocent women for these two criminals, all at the promise of nel he might not see. Digressing, he hoped silently that they had a good reason for it. While looking elsewhere his eyes fell upon the female, who promptly transformed into an old woman. He paid little attention, not seeming to realise that normal people don't transform while in his haze of fatigue. The first time they were halted he took the opportunity to recover, keeping his breathing as quiet as possible while the guards passed. As for the second, the female hadn't been so merciful as to let him rest, instead they kept moving but in a different direction.

He couldn't help but twitch his right eye-lid with irritation as they reached their destination - a shack by the city wall. Why? Why did it have to be so far away? Cursing under his breath, he followed the old woman into the house and she promptly kicked up a fire before transforming back to her previous form. With a dull slowness, he looked from her casually - still not realising that she'd transformed. Suddenly, his tired eyes cracked open and his gaze shot straight to the female "You just transformed! how'd you do that?" he asked with a loud whisper, not wanting to alert any nearby eavesdroppers of the woman's abilities. "I won't tell anyone, I promise." He winked knowingly to her when the male entered the room, implying that he wouldn't tell him.

Fridgar followed the male, grunting as he budged his stiffening legs once more with the three masses of flesh still asleep on his back. He watched his footing going down the ramp, it would have been tragic if he'd slipped and dropped them all now - he'd come so far! Once he'd gotten into the makeshift basement, the male commanded that he chain them down. "Yes, chief." he replied, releasing his grip on the woman in his arm for the man to take hold of. Suddenly feeling a lot lighter on his feet with only two bodies on his back, he shifted his weight to the side and let the girls slide to the floor, slumped against the dirt wall. Without dwelling on it too much, he did as instructed and chained up each limb appropriately. If anyone had looked at him, they would have seen the clear discomfort on his face as he bound the helpless women to their designated positions. After what felt like an eternity, it was done.

"That obvious, huh?" he asked in response to the male - Now that hadn't occurred to him, why didn't he tell the guards!? They'd sort it out! But then again... he did assist the two criminals in their evil-doings, would he even be able to tell anyone about this? Still clearly exhausted from the work out of a mission he'd been given, he watched the male head back up the stairs 'This oughta be fun' he pondered, checking his necklace to make sure all his totems were there, the grizzly bear totem was smooth against his fingers. He waited a moment, gathering his breath a little before following the older man. His gait was wide and his back straight as he re-entered the room, baring the marks of confidence. He'd beat up bad guys before he'd even become a mage, his father for instance - if they tried anything, brawling was his domain. He'd never brawled as a bear, except for against wolves - but the wolves didn't have needles, he would have to be careful if the two tried to cover their tracks and snuff out this light.

The male closed a trapdoor over the basement entrance and hid it with a bed, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the apparent genius. Passing it off as something they'd done before, he nodded and took an available seat while still breathing quite heavily from his nose. With a grin and a nod, he accepted the cup of tea "Thank you, I could use the refresher!" he confessed. Just as he took a whiff of it and readied his lips to take a sip, a thought struck 'Don't drink that, you idiot! You've already seen the two drugging some sleeping women tonight, do you really think that tea is innocent!?' he paused, looking between the two with the cup to his lips. After a trill or two, he yelped "Ah! it's too hot, I'll just let it cool..." and put the cup of tea to one side - Nice save.

He shook his head, trying to maintain his focus and not fall asleep. As alert as he oughta be in this situation, his body was begging for rest - it was hard to fight. He looked between the two, then to the female as she explained. His face shifted from the sleepy, bored look he'd previously had and more to anger. He looked back to the basement every so often, unable to believe what he was hearing. "That's terrible." he spoke with her pause, then swiftly let her continue. His clawed fists clenched as she continued to speak, then the man interrupted her and spoke. "Absolutely." He spoke with a glare, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed - fury had claimed his features. "Don't get me wrong, I've had my own set of daddy issues - but I've never even thought about killing him, not even once." he spoke, baring his fangs between words.

"This is disgusting, that poor man..." He spoke with remorse, looking to the trapdoor once more. His head snapped back to the two "Yeah. Count me in, scum like this need to be taken care of." he spoke with angry passion. "Why don't we just beat them up now? I can do it if you like." he stood up and popped his knuckles, loosening up before giving a beat down. Then looked to the two "Unless you have something else in mind?" he asked, sitting back into his chair. "I'm all on board for justice, let's hear it." He demanded - if the two had been lying, he was certainly buying it 100%.

After he'd calmed down a little, he looked to the two "So uhh, what do I call you two? You know my name and calling you 'chief' or 'boss' all the time is gonna get annoying at some point." he explained, sighing away the last of the empty space in his lungs. "Also, what time do you want me here tomorrow? I've got nothing going on." he asked, relaxing finally and returning to his slouch. His eyes widened suddenly with realisation as he thought of not being allowed to return home for the night, Rey'na would be so mad. He hadn't even told her that he was heading out for the night, if she'd discovered that he was keeping things from her, she'd go mental for sure.

The cup of tea to his right caught his attention, 'Yeah, these are the good guys. They probably haven't drugged it.' he pondered before taking hold of the cup and taking a sip. He sighed with relief as the warmth melted the ice in his chest "This is some good tea!' He proclaimed, smiling warmly with the cup in his hands.
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Alex shrugged at his question, surprised he was just asking her now.

"Later." Her tone was short. She didn't want to take any extra chances, and the less her subjects knew about her the better.

The three women were similar, and anyone with half a brain could tell they were related. Their brown hair framed similar faces, though Alex quickly picked out features to differentiate them; Tall, Nosy, and Short. Nosy had an obviously broken nose that had never set right, leaving a large bump on the bridge. She didn't laugh or even smirk as he gestured at her father but nodded solemnly.

The pause the giant of a man gave when Alex handed him the mug of tea made it instantly obvious what was going through her mind- to be honest she would have been slightly disappointed if he hadn't thought it through. A smile and a nod were her only reaction to his claim.

"We could beat them up, and odds are we would just kill them if even justice was all we were interested in. We, however, have need of some subjects for a few experiments over the next few trials. They'll fit the bill, and we tend to think that the terror they feel is its own kind of justice." Alex looked over at her father, who confirmed this with a jerk of his chin.

Warren took over when he asked about names, and quickly offered two. "Warren and Valyeria, and unfortunately you've got to stay here. As much as we would like to give you space, we can't chance anything. If...If you need us to drop a note somewhere so people don't worry, Valyeria here can do that. We will read it, so don't think about trying to give any hints."

Warren sounded almost apologetic, but he was firm. There was no way Fridgar could leave until their task was done- they would also need his help to deal with the bodies afterward anyway.

Valyeria cleaned up while he wrote and took his note, following his directions from the nearest landmark to the house. Silently, Alex crept closer to the door and slipped it along the frame, knocking repeatedly until she heard some noises within.

Stealing back to the shadows, Alex slunk home and crawled straight to bed. The next few trials were going to be more than long enough without staying up needlessly late.
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'Kill them!?' He widened his eyes at the suggestion, by the immortals these guys were serious. To kill someone was to take everything they ever were and everything they ever could be - the ultimate price to pay. His eyes darted between the two uncomfortably, had these two killed people before? Was he sat in a room of murderers? He swallowed forcibly and nodded solemnly, almost appearing to take distress from their words. Regardless, the women had to be punished, whatever the two had planned. He just prayed that they would at least get to live with their mistakes after the whole thing was over.

He sighed, casting his eyes to the table below him. "I thought as much, I suppose I'll have to write a letter. I don't want anyone to come looking for me after all, right?" He raised an eyebrow - would they ever let him return home? Was it their intention that nobody came looking for him? The thought gave him chills, he'd have to stay on his toes if he wanted to survive these next couple of trials. "Well then, Warren, got any paper or something?" He asked before being provided with some.

He pondered for a moment, Rey was awfully perceptive. He had to think of a lie that she would believe, perhaps one that made him look bad? He got to work, intentionally making his writing look squiffy. By the time he was finished, Valyeria had tidied herself up a bit and took the note after warren had read it and was satisfied. He sighed, taking a spot in the corner of the room and sitting against it. 'keep on eye open, how do you know you can really trust these guys?' Reminded the little voice in his head, he kept that in mind before falling asleep - completely out cold, not seeming to care about the uncomfortable hardness of the ground or stone walls in the slightest.

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Rey'na, lass

Sorry for sneaking out on ya last night, I fancied a drink and went for a crawl around town. Not gonna lie, I'm pissed out of my mind - this more sober person is writing a letter for me to you, I'll try and be home for tomorrow at some point - if not I'll write again, but I'll sign it with your favourite animal instead of Fridgar, just so you know it's me.

-Fridgar
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Knowledge:

Detection: Small facial features
Detection: Similarities between siblings
Disguise: The old woman
Fridgar: Big lad
Fridgar: Strong lad
Fridgar: Interested in justice
Fridgar: Mercenary
Fridgar: Prepared to work outside the law
Investigation: Finding clues
Kidnapper Poison: Potentially very useful
Persuasion: Appealing to the morality of a mercenary
Persuasion: It's hard to justify kidnapping people and chaining them to a wall, but it's do-able!
Poison: Da'kir tea
Poison: Kidnapper Poison
Poison: Different delivery methods
Stealth: Keeping low and staying out of sight
Stealth: Snow covers tracks
Stealth: Avoiding the guards
Tactics: Planning a kidnapping
Tactics: Ensuring a soundproof area for your victims
Tactics: Considering how noticeable the "help" is.
Warren: Taken charge of things


Loot:
3 x victims
Fame:
-3 (breaking city laws)
Devotion:
None
Magic:
These points may NOT be used for arcana
Fridgar


Points!:

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/ 5
Structure: 5/ 5
Knowledge:

Detection: Keeping an eye out, even what talking
Endurance: Carrying a weight for a long time.
Endurance: Body-mind link is a strong one.
Endurance: Trudging through the snow
Endurance: Regulating your breathing
Endurance: Forcing your body to go beyond its limit.
Stealth: Keeping low and staying out of sight
Stealth: Keep your breathing quiet
Strength: Fireman's lift
Strength: The weight of three people is.. a lot.
Strength: Carrying people long term builds up muscles.
Strength: Breathing helps maintain strength
Valyria: Shape shifter
Warren: Shape shifter

Loot:
Payment received.
Fame:
-3 (breaking city laws)
Devotion:
Nope
Magic:
These points may NOT be used for arcana

Overview:

General comments. ohhhh interesting thread! I really enjoyed it and enjoyed reviewing it.
Story Good story, well written, easy to follow. Good work!
Structure All good!

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