Friday, December 7
Terror in Freeport - Part 1a: The Marquis Moon
The Marquis Moon was two stories of haphazard brickwork in the Old City. Inside, the mood was subdued.
“You sure this is the place?” asked Vlad.
Kham nodded. “There are better places to eat and sleep in the city, and everybody knows it. But Milos went by the name of Devlin, and I traced the room he rented to here.”
Two drunken dwarves conferred quietly in one corner.
“Oh, hi Kham,” said a scowling fellow behind the desk. “Haven’t seen you here in awhile.” He never bothered to make eye contact, instead preferring to pick at his fingernails with a knife. He seemed to get a leisurely kick out of it.
“Hi Ficca. We need to see Devlin’s room.”
“That’s nice,” said Ficca.
Kham sighed and plunked some coins on the table. Keys flew back at him so fast that he barely snatched them out of the air.
“Great security,” said Vlad as they climbed the steps to Milos’ former room. “No wonder they had snakes living here.” [MORE]
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