Torkan had walked through the streets until he had come to the seedier part of town. He entered a tavern, and walked to the stairway at the back of the room. Without hesitating, he walked up to the second door on the right, and knocked one time, briefly before entering. Within the private room were three rather unsavory looking characters. None of them looked as if they'd seen bath water in the better part of three months at least. Still, as filthy and unkempt as they were, Torkan knew that they could be trusted to do what needed to be done....for a modest fee, of course. That same fee, when paid in full would also purchase their loyalty....to the extent that if anyone asked them any questions, they would reveal nothing about their employer. Many said there was no honor among thieves, but Torkan knew that was not entirely true....these three men were prime examples.
They gazed at him with wary interest as he made his way into their midst. When he tossed a small pouch down upon the table in the center of the room, and it landed with a jingling thud, their interest became more intense. The leader picked up the pouch by it's string with his dagger, and brought it closer to him so that he could open it. That done, he dumped out the contents onto the table and swore softly when those contents proved to be more gold coin than they usually saw in three months. The leader looked at the gold for a long moment, before he pushed the pile of coins back towards Torkan. As he did this, the other two in the room began to yell and argue. The gold had spoken to their inner greed and they were reluctant to let it go. The leader silenced them by raising one hand, palm open. His expression was very wary as he spoke to them, but watched Torkan.
Here now laddies, you're right, this is a lot of gold. However, I'm thinking that the job may not be worth our necks if we're caught, for surely that's what it would be. Isn't that right friend?
What I ask you to do is not all that different than what you have done in the past for me. I don't ask you to kill or even harm anyone. All that I require of you will take two hours at the very most. My employer wishes two certain women to be brought to him. I've already taken care of their willingness, what I need from the three of you is help removing them from the inn at which they're staying, and transporting them to a specific location. I'll then need you to follow their men in the upcoming days, to watch them. Make certain that they do not find out anything which will help them get the women back. If they prove to be too much trouble, well, then that will be another job altogether, with separate, yet generous pay if you agree.
Torkan watched as the leader seemed to think the situation over very carefully. Three months pay for the physical labor of a couple of hours and then tailing a pair of travellers until they grow weary of looking for their women and leave town? It seemed far too easy for such gold. Their had to be a catch, he was thinking. But then his greed eventually got the better of him and he finally agreed. All of them left the room in the tavern, and walked towards the back door. Outside the back door waited a wagon. The men all climbed into the wagon and headed back towards the inn where the women were located.
By the time they reached the inn, it was the hour of the night when everything was still. Even the harlots who walked the street in the evening had gone to bed for the night. The sky resembled an indigo blanket studded with diamonds and the moon shone down brightly upon the town, bathing everything in it's silvery glow. The men slipped in the back door of the inn, leaving one of their kind to watch over the wagon, and crept silently up the stairs to where the rooms were located. Torkan signalled one man to the room which housed Previn and Nightfall, and another to the room where Elise slept with Issilk. He stood in the hallway and kept watch, sword in hand in case any trouble arose. The men who carried the women crept silently back down the stairs and out the back door with their burdens, as Torkan carefully shut the door to both rooms. He did not bother to relock them, for he wanted the men to think that the women had gone off on their own, and to that effect, he'd instructed his helpers to gather their discarded clothing with them. The men would believe that the women had gone off shopping or some such thing, and so their presence would not be missed until they were impossible to track.
Assassin for Hire