35th of Ashan, Arc 718
Had the White Fox Inn had more guest rooms, Devin would likely not have noticed the strange couple, but there were only four guest rooms, and thus they inevitably attracted his attention. They had arrived in Viden a few trials before him, and they claimed to be tourists that just wanted to explore the city and have a good time, but Devin saw right through their façade. The way they talked was strange to say the least, and then there were the red-haired woman’s crutches. People usually didn’t go on a vacation when they could hardly walk - which meant that they were here for reasons other than spending some of their money, and he would find out what exactly that was!
When they embarked on another one of their “walks” through the city, he decided to follow them - and wear a hooded cloak so that they wouldn’t be able to recognize him. At first, he thought that they were thieves or con artists, just like him. He had often pretended to be injured or have an epileptic fit so that people would pity him and give him some of their stuff – or stop being watchful and make it easier for him to empty their pockets. When they entered the brothel only to walk out again a few bits later, laughing, he realized that such was likely not the case though.
There was only one reason why people stayed in a place like that for just a few moments – drugs – the selling of drugs, to be exact. He would find out exactly which drugs they had sold, how many of them they had sold and where they had hidden the rest. He planned on helping them by relieving them of their stock so that they would be able to return home faster. He just needed to decide how he was going to do it. Violence?
No, people that thought that their lives were in danger, tended to be loud, and he didn’t want to attract any attention. He would have to do something else, but what? Ah yes, that should do it!
A trip to the nearest clothes shop and some time later, Devin approached Arlo’s and Vega’s door. His normally unruly hair was slicked back, and he was wearing some sort of black leather uniform and a black cloak with a golden wolf’s head on it, and he had a sword at his belt. He had initially planned on impersonating a guard, but he hadn’t been able to steal a guard’s uniform or find somebody who was willing to make him one, and thus he had decided to simply claim to be a member of some sort of secret agency that had rented a room at the White Fox Inn in order to observe them for a few trials before he clamped down.
If he acted confidently enough, it was unlikely that the drug dealers would question him. They would be too worried about ending up in prison. With that thought in mind he knocked on the door.
When they embarked on another one of their “walks” through the city, he decided to follow them - and wear a hooded cloak so that they wouldn’t be able to recognize him. At first, he thought that they were thieves or con artists, just like him. He had often pretended to be injured or have an epileptic fit so that people would pity him and give him some of their stuff – or stop being watchful and make it easier for him to empty their pockets. When they entered the brothel only to walk out again a few bits later, laughing, he realized that such was likely not the case though.
There was only one reason why people stayed in a place like that for just a few moments – drugs – the selling of drugs, to be exact. He would find out exactly which drugs they had sold, how many of them they had sold and where they had hidden the rest. He planned on helping them by relieving them of their stock so that they would be able to return home faster. He just needed to decide how he was going to do it. Violence?
No, people that thought that their lives were in danger, tended to be loud, and he didn’t want to attract any attention. He would have to do something else, but what? Ah yes, that should do it!
A trip to the nearest clothes shop and some time later, Devin approached Arlo’s and Vega’s door. His normally unruly hair was slicked back, and he was wearing some sort of black leather uniform and a black cloak with a golden wolf’s head on it, and he had a sword at his belt. He had initially planned on impersonating a guard, but he hadn’t been able to steal a guard’s uniform or find somebody who was willing to make him one, and thus he had decided to simply claim to be a member of some sort of secret agency that had rented a room at the White Fox Inn in order to observe them for a few trials before he clamped down.
If he acted confidently enough, it was unlikely that the drug dealers would question him. They would be too worried about ending up in prison. With that thought in mind he knocked on the door.