Yesterday, your new fence told you about a job offer that just came in. Apparently, a merchant named Marlon was looking to acquire something that he wanted to sell to a prominent client. While you ...
Yesterday, your new fence told you about a job offer that just came in. Apparently, a merchant named Marlon was looking to acquire something that he wanted to sell to a prominent client. While you generally prefer not to take jobs from the working class (they don't exactly have deep pockets, after all), you couldn't help but be intrigued upon learning that Marlon requested your services by name. That's why, earlier tonight, you found yourself stepping into Marlon's weapon shop in Hightowne. Before you could even finish introducing yourself, Marlon suddenly shushed you and insisted on talking in the back, despite the store being closed for the night and nary a soul patrolling the street outside. Nevertheless, you followed the beckoning merchant into his quarters.
"...Sorry about that. The Hammerites have been acting crazy lately - well, crazier than usual. They think they're entitled to randomly burst into our homes to look for evidence of criminal behavior or something. The last thing I need is for them to walk in on me discussing a heist with a notorious thief." "What kind of heist would someone like you need my help with?" "Well, unfortunately, my business has been going downhill these past few months. All these swords, arrows, clubs...they just aren't in demand anymore, it seems. I'm even offering a discount to anyone who'd use my weapons to take out the burricks in the sewers, but..." "Get to the point, Marlon. You're starting to bore me." "Okay, okay. Fine. Do you know Lord Brighting? Lives in the big castle a few streets north?" "The name's familiar. Supposed to be a big game hunter, from what I hear." "Well, rumor has it that the reason he's such a successful hunter is because of the special bow he uses. Made from some of the best materials available...hickory wood and hemp, I think. People say that he's been using that same bow since childhood, and that its arrows never miss their mark. I can think of some folks who'd love a bow like that. I bet I could easily sell it for enough gold to keep my store afloat!" "So you want me to steal a hunting bow? That's all?" "I mean, I don't expect it to be easy. Certainly not something I'd trust a petty housebreaker to handle. The first obstacle, of course, is the big gate in the front. Normally, I'd suggest going under it via the sewers, but the workers freaked out with the burricks running amok and sealed pretty much all the entrances, so I doubt that's even possible." "Then I'll find a way to climb over it. Shouldn't be too difficult." "True. On the other hand, I also know of a side entrance to the castle, used by the staff to get in and out. I've seen one of Lord Brighting's servants go for drinks at the Yellow Candle Inn most nights. Maybe if you go there, you can find him and get a key to the door. As for the inside, I'm pretty sure Lord Brighting would keep his bow on display somewhere, but I imagine it's under heavy guard." "Please. Guards are no match for me. I just hope you intend to make this worth my time." "Oh, it will be! I'll pay you 2000 gold upon receipt of the bow, plus a third of the profits I make from selling it. You have my word." "I'll be holding you to that. I'll be back with your bow before the sun rises."