The hold up in the bank of Ne'haer
Trial 36 of Saun Arc 717 in Bank of Ne’haer
It would soon be closing time in the Bank of Ne’haer. The painter Yrmellyn Cole was finally done with opening an account there. She didn't feel comfortable with walking around with a lot of money on her so at the moment she had only nine gold nels and five silver in her pouch. The rest of her money were hidden in a place only she knew.
The only banker who was working at this time of the day was the bank manager himself, Deimos, a man with typical biqaj appearance who looked to be around thirty or so. Being alone he was trying to get as much customer service as possible done before closing for the day, and was planning to do the administration later. He had made notes about her name, her profession and her address and told her he would set up an account next day. The painter was fine with this, as she mostly wanted an account because she imagines it would seem proper to ask potential clients to pay her via the bank. Otherwise it could seem like she was a careless woman looking for quick cash.
She was actually a somewhat careless woman looking for quick cash, but people didn’t need to know.
The bank was the kind of building that is a bit bigger than it really needs to be, in order to impress people and make them feel respect and trust. The interior was spacious like a rich man’s house, but as it was a bank it was sparsely furnished and decorated in a less is more kind of style meant to show that this place was economic and a place where money were saved, not wasted. In Yrmellyn’s opinion the place was stiff, serious and somewhat pompous, but Deimos had been very nice. He had actually taken time to joke a bit with her in passing by and told her they were only robbed once a season so it would be safe to deposit money there once the account was opened. Yrmellyn appreciated humor so she had laughed and said she hoped they had a good lock on the vault. Deimos, serious again, had assured her that they indeed had a very good lock and it would be hard for people who didn’t have sufficient knowledge in mathematics to figure out how to open it. Their brief conversation had ended there, because it had been time for Deimos to take care of next customer.
The painter walked slowly towards the door. The big room was nearly empty. Although it was somewhat cooler there than outdoors, the air was warm. Her hair was brushed back from her face and gathered in a braid. She was in her shirtsleeves. Days like these she wished she had been wearing a flimsy dress instead of shirt and pants. Saun was however only forty trials. She had found it best to not waste money on clothes that would soon become too thin. Due to her light clothing she was also unarmed. Carrying a pistol crossbow under a shirt just didn't work.
Then, all of a sudden, the door was opened and several men barged in and started to shout orders to the few people in the bank to lay down on the floor, because this was a robbery and if they wanted to live they must do exactly as they were told. The robbers carried loaded crossbows and this robbery was clearly no joke, but the real thing. Yrmellyn promptly threw herself down on the floor. She lay there totally still and listed to the sounds of the robbers’ steps and low voices as they found the “closed” sign and put it on the door, closed the door and locked it. They pulled the curtains so nobody would be able to peek in through the windows. They daylight gone, it abruptly went obscure in the room. The painter didn’t move. Playing dead didn’t help her thought. The tip of a boot nudged her in the side and she was told to get up. Yrmellyn did as she was told.
“I’ll take care of this one. Get the others.” The robber spoke in a cold, clear, steely voice.
Yrmellyn found herself facing a bearded man who wore a wide brimmed hat which efficiently cast a shadow over the upper part of his face. His eyes were hidden behind spectacles with dark glass, but she could see that he had a prominent nose of the kind people used to call aquiline. In contrast to his well-covered head he was shirtless. Even in the now quite dim light in the bank she could see that his upper body was full of tattoos. The others were dressed the same way, but she saw them only from behind as they were already on their way to the counter.
[/font]The only banker who was working at this time of the day was the bank manager himself, Deimos, a man with typical biqaj appearance who looked to be around thirty or so. Being alone he was trying to get as much customer service as possible done before closing for the day, and was planning to do the administration later. He had made notes about her name, her profession and her address and told her he would set up an account next day. The painter was fine with this, as she mostly wanted an account because she imagines it would seem proper to ask potential clients to pay her via the bank. Otherwise it could seem like she was a careless woman looking for quick cash.
She was actually a somewhat careless woman looking for quick cash, but people didn’t need to know.
The bank was the kind of building that is a bit bigger than it really needs to be, in order to impress people and make them feel respect and trust. The interior was spacious like a rich man’s house, but as it was a bank it was sparsely furnished and decorated in a less is more kind of style meant to show that this place was economic and a place where money were saved, not wasted. In Yrmellyn’s opinion the place was stiff, serious and somewhat pompous, but Deimos had been very nice. He had actually taken time to joke a bit with her in passing by and told her they were only robbed once a season so it would be safe to deposit money there once the account was opened. Yrmellyn appreciated humor so she had laughed and said she hoped they had a good lock on the vault. Deimos, serious again, had assured her that they indeed had a very good lock and it would be hard for people who didn’t have sufficient knowledge in mathematics to figure out how to open it. Their brief conversation had ended there, because it had been time for Deimos to take care of next customer.
The painter walked slowly towards the door. The big room was nearly empty. Although it was somewhat cooler there than outdoors, the air was warm. Her hair was brushed back from her face and gathered in a braid. She was in her shirtsleeves. Days like these she wished she had been wearing a flimsy dress instead of shirt and pants. Saun was however only forty trials. She had found it best to not waste money on clothes that would soon become too thin. Due to her light clothing she was also unarmed. Carrying a pistol crossbow under a shirt just didn't work.
Then, all of a sudden, the door was opened and several men barged in and started to shout orders to the few people in the bank to lay down on the floor, because this was a robbery and if they wanted to live they must do exactly as they were told. The robbers carried loaded crossbows and this robbery was clearly no joke, but the real thing. Yrmellyn promptly threw herself down on the floor. She lay there totally still and listed to the sounds of the robbers’ steps and low voices as they found the “closed” sign and put it on the door, closed the door and locked it. They pulled the curtains so nobody would be able to peek in through the windows. They daylight gone, it abruptly went obscure in the room. The painter didn’t move. Playing dead didn’t help her thought. The tip of a boot nudged her in the side and she was told to get up. Yrmellyn did as she was told.
“I’ll take care of this one. Get the others.” The robber spoke in a cold, clear, steely voice.
Yrmellyn found herself facing a bearded man who wore a wide brimmed hat which efficiently cast a shadow over the upper part of his face. His eyes were hidden behind spectacles with dark glass, but she could see that he had a prominent nose of the kind people used to call aquiline. In contrast to his well-covered head he was shirtless. Even in the now quite dim light in the bank she could see that his upper body was full of tattoos. The others were dressed the same way, but she saw them only from behind as they were already on their way to the counter.