[IRP] The Dead One Calls

[Swift_Assassin]

"Great idea. It should give us a better idea of...what we are in for," Shad replied as Eli took the lead. He hoped Eli didn't hear the hesitation in his voice. How narrowly he avoided saying what he really thought. A better idea of how crazy I am. He looked down. A better idea of how stupid I am. How reckless I am. How suicidal I am. How reckless I am. His thoughts flew by quickly, each one trying to keep him in check. But one train of thought lingered. How angry I am. How angry I should be. How angry they've made me. How many of them will pay. How many will suffer for crossing me. How many will wish they never heard of the Hyperion name.

Shad's thoughts began running wild, all thoughts urging him to press on. To attack. He looked down at his sword, ready to unsheathe it and charge the enemy, but then saw Marcus' headband wrapped around the lip of the sheath, meeting up with the the basket hilt. That's a terrible idea. I know. It's a horrible idea. Though he didn't hear Marcus admonishing his idea, he knew that he would. He was right, after all. Daren wouldn't have trusted him so much if Marcus had the same ideas that passed through his son's head. He looked back towards Eli to see him motioning him forward. He crouched down and slowly approached. He didn't even know where they were. He had really zoned out there.

Shad looked Eli over while thinking of a plan. With Shad's current state, he probably couldn't climb onto the walls. If he did, he doesn't think he'd be able to lift Eli up with him. He'd be able to get Eli up there...which sounds perfect. The path wasn't that wide, so trying to fight with an archer in an enclosed place spelt trouble. Shad got right up next to the walls of the pass, cupping his hands together. "You take the high road, I'll take the low road. And don't use me for target practice. How's that sound?"

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Maisie was feeling anxious. She could vaguely hear the sounds of activity from inside, it sounded like that knight. Perhaps the others were back already. She should be feeling at ease knowing she isn't alone there anymore, but this town still doesn't sit well with her. Wait. She was hearing multiple men speaking. She cupped her ears to the outer wall, trying to get an idea of what was being said.


"Don't those people sleep?"
"'Course they do. We can wait."
"Can't the inn keep spike their drinks. It's easier when they are sleepin'"
"They wouldn't trust it. They've been around town. If they aren't on their guards, they deserve this."

"Deserve what?" Maisie said, thinking out loud. She muffled herself after that. Damn my loud mouth.

"What was that?"
"Shhh...someone might be listening in. Get the others ready. We'll sweep the rooms first. Get the easy ones out of the way."

Maisie got up and grabbed the nearby chair. She propped it against the door knob and waited. If she tried alerting the others too soon, they might flee before they can discover what's going on. If they have to break down her door for them to get to her, the others should get the message quickly enough. She went to the other side of her bed and crouched behind it. "Shad. Lenny. One of you...please hurry up. I...I..."She slowly starting to lose her composure. Why must she break down like this now, she thought to herself.