[IRP] The Dead One Calls

[WyvernSlayer]

Satsume rested his elbows on the table and folded his hands under his chin, frowning as Shad laid out his plan.  As he did so, the bartender made a pass by the table.

"Get you anything?"

"I'll have a pint of the house brew," Satsume said, before addressing Shad.

"...It's a terrible idea, isn't it?"

"Well..." Satsume itched at his cheek.  "It's a sound enough plan, in theory.  My one concern is that you're a little too close to this whole thing."  He fixed his gaze on Shad.  "This involves a lot of people close to you.  I just don't want you to pick a bad time to- thanks."

Satsume reached into a pouch on his belt to grab a couple of coins for the bartender as he set a frothy mug of dark beer on the table.  Once he was out of earshot again, Satsume spoke again, lowering his voice.

"...don't pick a bad time to be a hero."  He picked up the mug and drew a long swig, making a face at the beer's earthy aftertaste.  Ugh, stout.  Figures.  "Scouting the castle is a fine plan, but stick to it.  Don't throw your life away."  Then, as an afterthought, he added, "...That's what people like me are for."

Satsume didn't have a problem not being involved with all the sneaking around - his armor was pretty noisy. But he figured that any group of vagrants that were strong or numerous enough to vacate the day-to-day of an entire town would require more than just Shad's fancy sword to bring down.

Satsume took another swig from his stein.  "So after we gauge their strength, what's next?"