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anyone speaks o' this if we get the <strong>to</strong>wn slid back... ye're dead! Now let's go!<br />

Move!" He turned <strong>to</strong> me again. "And as fer you: ye've a <strong>be</strong>tter brain on yer<br />

shoulders than it looks. Good man."<br />

I tried the <strong>do</strong>or. Locked. If there was anyone inside they were either civilians<br />

that needed <strong>to</strong> stay hidden, or else they were skilled enough fighters that<br />

needed <strong>to</strong> get out here <strong>to</strong> help clear the streets.<br />

"Think you could open it quickly, Annah?"<br />

"Tchah! Just yeh watch me."<br />

The metal lockpicks slid home. In record time she gave a couple <strong>of</strong> scrapes, a<br />

twist, and a firm tug, and the lock clicked open. I didn't even have time <strong>to</strong><br />

blink.<br />

Dim lanterns hung about the warehouse, shedding a diseased orange light<br />

about the room. I'd expected yelps <strong>of</strong> fear, may<strong>be</strong> even a few sods stuffing<br />

their pockets and packs with whatever goods they could carry. Damn, I even<br />

expected the ring <strong>of</strong> conspira<strong>to</strong>rs huddled <strong>to</strong>gether muttering their plans.<br />

What I didn't expect was the slightly s<strong>to</strong>oped old man. A full grey <strong>be</strong>ard<br />

clung <strong>to</strong> his face and a lion's mane <strong>of</strong> grey hair flared out. What would've<br />

<strong>be</strong>en warm lightning instead cast a hellish glow about his face, giving the old<br />

man a sinister <strong>appear</strong>ance. He wore a couple <strong>of</strong> shoulder guards as armor,<br />

and in the other hands he held a helmet. Long gray curls <strong>of</strong> smoke trailed<br />

from his pipe, and he fingered the <strong>to</strong>bacco pouch at his waist. I'd seen him<br />

<strong>be</strong>fore: that misleading bulk, a band <strong>of</strong> <strong>be</strong>lly fat hiding years <strong>of</strong> well-trained<br />

strength and military skill. There was the hefty wheeze, the friendly twinkle<br />

in his eye that now seemed disturbingly sinister.<br />

"Ebb?" I croaked, my voice all the coarser with shock.<br />

A halo <strong>of</strong> smoke wreathed his smile, "Well met by chaos, traveler. What<br />

brings you <strong>to</strong> these parts?"<br />

"What are you <strong>do</strong>ing here? I thought you'd retired from the Harmonium."<br />

He bowed as low as his paunch would allow. "As you can see... I'd joined a<br />

different crew. You come <strong>to</strong> a warehouse full <strong>of</strong> plotters and schemers, lad.<br />

With the old order falling apart here, we think it's <strong>be</strong>st <strong>to</strong> make sure its<br />

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