The need for stealth

(realtime 6:07 pm September 11th 2004)

Much to his dismay, Quintinius was running late. His worst fears were confirmed when he arrived at the rendezvous point, to find that true to her word, Keygan did not wait for him. Now he only hoped he could catch up to her.

Quint was beginning to feel his luck had changed when he managed to make his way to the place where Keygan planned to intercept Orimbe's meeting. He was covertly watching the abandoned warehouse they were inside. He decided to remain where he was for his observations. He didn't want to upset Keygan's plans. His need for stealth was great, he urgently felt he must get closer in order to hear their conversation. He had managed to inch forward to where he could almost read Orimbe's lips. Then he knew blackness.

Keygan made her way out into the alley once her deed was done, and sped back to her room at the inn. She wondered why Quintinius hadn't shown up.
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Quint lay in the darkness someone's snores carried to his ears as he lay there on what felt to be a cold metal shelf. He felt something under his head. He reached with his hand to feel it. It felt like a wool blanket. He picked it up to discover a pillow beneath it . He laid his head back down and furled the blanket over himself. His head throbbed. Somewhere he could hear water dripping in the distance. He let his eyes slowly adjust to the almost complete blackness. "Where am I?" he asked the darkness ever so softly.

A voice from a few feet away answered. " Why High Warden, you're in jail." the voice said with a trace of amusement.

"I was afraid of that." Quint said. "Don't suppose you know why?" he went on to ask.

There was a chuckle at this "Sure brought you in a few hours ago saying you murdered a merchant." came the reply.

Quintinius rolled over with a groan. It was clear to him someone had wonked him on the head pretty hard. He hoped he wasn't going to find out that Keygan had a hand in it.