The temple of Blind Io appears to have been mysteriously pillaged. Lance-constable Fiddyment is on the hunt for any suspicious persons in the vicinity.
The rookie copper finds himself wandering past the Mended Drum.
Tackling a hoard of barbarians would be Suicide, even for a watchman, but he positions himself outside the window, taking a description of the barbarians in his notebook.
Auxin sidles in, casually, taking a position at the bar where he can see the inside of the till when it is opened. Perhaps some of the holy gold coins have been cashed in.
Of course if he's unlucky, the fellows will force him to drink, and that might cause a problem with the investigation.
"Oh yes," the barbarian says, crashing his horn against Auxin's before slopping a large amount of drink over himself, and a little of it into his open mouth. "It's a very good day for it."
"It belonged in the temple of Blind Io." the lance-constable says, in a low voice. "Word from the priests is he's pissed that someone stole it, and the last person who stole from Io got struck by lightning. Inside."
Fiddyment stares for a moment, then downs the drink in one go and strides over like the proper grown up copper that he is.
"Good evening gentlemen. It appears one of you might have come into possession of a cursed statue, the effects of which you just witnessed.
I am going out back for a piss. If anyone doesn't want to be a lightning rod, hand it over to your pal by the bar, and I'll take it away when I get back with no further questions."
Auxin goes outside. But he doesn't take a leak, he positions himself instead on the fence at the side of the pub so that he can see both people coming out the front or back door. Just in case one runs off with an obvious statue.
Of course if they see sense, they will hopefully give the horrible thing in.
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Tackling a hoard of barbarians would be Suicide, even for a watchman, but he positions himself outside the window, taking a description of the barbarians in his notebook.
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Of course if he's unlucky, the fellows will force him to drink, and that might cause a problem with the investigation.
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"You," he says, "need a drink!"
And he puts a horn full of something frothy into Auxin's hand.
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"Thanks." Auxin takes the drink and smiles nervously. "Are you celebrating?"
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"Been a long shift for me. Trying to find a cursed artefact before it blows some poor bugger up, or worse, the thieves guild get hold of them."
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He sips the ale. "We don't usually deal with thefts, but it counts as enough of a public danger for us to investigate."
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It's clear he doesn't know what an artefact actually is.
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There is a loud 'BANG', and the centre of the barbarians' table suddenly has a singe mark on it.
The Lance-Corporal looks over questioningly.
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"Good evening gentlemen. It appears one of you might have come into possession of a cursed statue, the effects of which you just witnessed.
I am going out back for a piss. If anyone doesn't want to be a lightning rod, hand it over to your pal by the bar, and I'll take it away when I get back with no further questions."
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The one by the bar grins, and quaffs his mead with never a care in the world.
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Of course if they see sense, they will hopefully give the horrible thing in.
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"Anyone want to offload the statue?" he asks Ragnar, sitting back at the bar.
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Nobody is even looking at it.
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He picks up the statue and heads back out to the temple, crisis averted.
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