Perched high up in the shadows Ludo smiled, his hunch had been right, Golthar had been found and he had some accomplices which up to now had been unknown, ‘Sligh’ and ‘Jolenta’. Feldard and the others would like this information. Now all he had to do was find them. They had left the inn, so he would head to the river, steal a boat and make his way up river. They would need to reenter the town unseen, with luck they could make an assault on the Inn and surprise Golthar in his own lair. Ludo almost laughed out loud – his plan was brilliant.
With that though he swiftly and silently repelled down the wall and darted off into the city. Keeping to the alley ways, he headed to the river looking for a small fishing boat to steal.
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Just as Hasan guessed, at dusk the city again came into view. Stephan, sensing no immediate danger, doffed his gear and set about eating some rations.
“A tankard of Beluvian Ale would be good about now,” Stephan exhaled while reclining in the dry forest debris. “I can see the city gate from here, I’ll watch a bit for our stealthy friend.”
Later, after no sign of Ludo, Stephan rose. “Let’s foray toward the gate. Perhaps Ludo is lurking about in the wood.”
Feldard grumbled at the long and needless trek through the woodlands just to end up back at the city. “We’re likely circling one another. We should just sit and wait. He’ll show eventually. But if you really want to head to the gate, I’ll cover you from here.” the dwarf said, patting his crossbow.
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Stealing the boat took Ludo longer than he anticipated, the local fisherman did not finish working on their boats and fishing nets until dusk. However Ludo spied an old fisherman just finishing repairing an equally old net. Eventually the old man shuffled across the street into a tavern leaving his boat unattended. Taking a chance Ludo dated across the road to the river bank, pushed the boat out and leaped in. In the dusky gloom and flickering evening lights of Threshold, he quickly headed out into the middle of the river, rowed past the townsgate and looked for a landing spot on the river bank where he could hide the boat until he could find his friends. He hoped they had not abandoned him.
Stephan and Maruc made their way toward the town gate to watch for Ludo in the gathering dusk. The woods were a little thicker giving the two some cover.
“Stephan,” Maruc hissed in a low voice. “Look.”
Stephan looked where the priest pointed and spied the small boat manned by a single oarsman slipping silently past the town gate. Squinting in the low light, Stephan guessed what Maruc was thinking.
“Must be Ludo. Let’s get down river of him and let him know we’re here.” The two rushed off to get to a spot on the river bank from which to hail Ludo.
The elf’s senses perked up. His keen forest instincts told him that something was not right. Somehow, their trail had been picked up. They were being followed.