Three Thieves

§r ~~~~~~~ §l Three Thieves §r ~~~~~~~ §o by §r 1210

"The problem with thieves today," said Eltren, "Is the lack of technique. I know there's no honor among thieves, and there never was, but there used to be some pride, some skill, some basic creativity. It really makes those of us with a sense of history

despair." Chuckizzle sneered, slamming down his flagon of greef violently on the rough-hewn table. "B'vek, what do you want us to say? You asks us 'What do you do when you see a guard?' and I says,'Stab the fetcher in the back.' What

d'you prefer? We challenge 'em to a game of chits?" "So much ambition, so little education," said Eltren with a sigh. "My dear friends, we aren't mugging some LSIF tourist fresh off the ferry. The Merchants Guildhall may not sound intimidating but

tonight, when the dues collection is housed there before being sent to Foofed's vault, the security's going to be tighter than Exultant's ass. You can't just stab at every back you encounter and expectto make it into the vaults." "Why don't you explain

specifically what you'd like us to do?" asked Tehaleks calmly, trying to keep the tone of the group down. Most locals at the Lux inn in Danzig knew enough not to listen in, but she knew betterthan to take any chances. "The common thief," said Eltren,

pouring himself more greef, warming to his subject. "Sticks his dagger in his opponent's back. This may slay the target, but more often gives him time to scream and drenchesthe attacker with blood. Not good. Now a good throat-slashing, properly

executed, can both slay and silence a guard and leave the thief relatively bloodfree. And after all, after the robbery, we don't want people seeing a bunch of blood-soaked butchers running through the streets. Even in Danzig, that's likely to warrant

suspicion. "If you can catch your victim lying down asleep or resting, you are in an excellent position. You place one hand over the mouth with your thumb under the chin,then you use your other hand to slit the throat, and quickly turn the head to one

side so the body bleeds out away from you. There is a risk here of becoming blood stained if you don't move the head quickly enough. If you're unsure, strangle the victimfirst to avoid the blood that tends to spurt out in three foot jets when someone is

stabbed while alive. "A very good friend of mine, a thief in Mt. Augusta whose name I won't mention, swears by the strangle- and-slash technique. Simply put, you grab your victim's throat from behind and while throttling him, you batter his face against

the opposite wall. When the victim is thus rendered unconscious, you slash his throat while still holding him from behind, and the risk of staining one's clothes with blood is practically non- existant. "The classic technique, which requires less

grappling than my friend's variation, is to place one hand over the victim's mouth, and then saw through the throat in threeor four stroke rather like playing a violin. It requires little effort, and while there's quite a bit of blood, it all jets

forward away from you. There's no reason when one knows one is going to be slitting some throats not to take some precautions and bring some extra equipment. The best neck-hackers I know generally carry a bit of wadded cloth on the aft-side of their

knives to keep blood from getting on their cuffs. It's impractical for this sort of assignment, but when you're only anticipating one or two victims, nothing beats throwing a sack over the targets head, drawing the string tight, and then supplying the

killing blow or blows." Chuckizzle laughed loudly, "Can I see a demonstration sometime?""Very soon," said Eltren. "If Tehaleks has done her job." Tehaleks brought out the map of the guildhouse, freshly stolen, and they began to detail out the

strategy. The last several hours had been a whirlwind to all. In less than a day, the three had met, formulated a plan, bought or stolen the necessary ingredients, and were about to execute it. Not one of the three were sure whether confidence or

stupidity were driving the other two, but the fates were aligned. The guildhouse was going to be robbed. When the sun set, Eltren, Tehaleks, and Chuckizzle approached the Merchants Guildhouse on the east end of town. Tehaleks used her cachous of

stoneflower to mask their scentfrom the guard wolves as the three passed over the parapets. She also acted as lead scout, and Eltren was impressed. For someone of relative inexperience, she knew her way through shadows. Eltren's expertise was

demonstrated a dozen times, and the guards were of such a diverse variety, he was able to demonstrate all the means of silent assassination he had developed over the years. Chuckizzle opened the vault in his unique and systematic method.

As the tumblers fell beneath his fingers, he softly sang an old tavern song about the Ninety-Nine Admin Crimes of Exultant. He said it helped him focus and organize difficult combinations. Within seconds, the vault was open and the gold was in hand.

They left the guildhouse an hour after they entered. No alarm had raised, the gold was gone, and corpses lay pooling blood on the stone floors within. "Well done, my friends, well done. You learned well." Eltren said as he poured the gold pieces into the

specially designed compartments in his tunic's sleeves, where they held fast with no jingling or unusual bulges. "We'll meet back at the Lux inn tomorrow morning and split up the bounty." The group parted ways. The only person who knew the most covert

route through the city's sewer system, Eltren, slipped in through a duct and vanished below. Tehaleks threw on her shawl, muddied her face to resemble an old f'lah fortune-teller, and headed north. Chuckizzle headed east into the

park, trusting his unnatural senses to keep him away from the citywatch. Now I teach them the greatest lesson of all, thought Eltren as he sloshed through the labyrinthine tunnels of sludge. His saddled pig was waiting where he left it at the city

gates, making a laconic lunch of the chokeweed shrub to which it had been leashed. On the road to Rothbard he thought of Chuckizzle and Tehaleks. Perhaps they had been caught and brought in for questioning already. It was a pity he couldn't see them

undergoing interrogation. Who would break under pressure first? Chuckizzle was certainly the tougher of the two, but Tehaleks doubtless had hidden reserves. It was merely intellectual curiousity: they thought his name was Eltren and he was

meeting them at the Lux inn. The authorities wouldn't therefore be looking for a german named _dbb_ celebrating his wealth miles and miles away in Rothbard. As he prodded his mount forward and the sun began rising, _dbb_ pictured Tehaleks and Chuckizzle

not undergoing interrogation, but sleeping the good deep sleep of the wicked, dreaming of how they would spend their share of the gold. Both would wake up early and rush to the Lux inn. Chuckizzle laughing and carrying on, Tehaleks hushing him to

avoid bringing undue attention. They would take a couple flagons of greef, perhaps order a meal -- a big one -- and wait. Hours would pass, and so would their moods. The chain of reactions that every betrayed person exhibits: nervousness, doubt,

bewilderment, anger. The sun was fully risen when _dbb_ reached the stables of his house on the outskirts of Rothbard. He reigned in his saddled pig and filled its feed. The rest of the stalls were empty. It wouldn't be until that afternoon when his

servants returned from the Drama Awards at Mt. Augusta. They were good people, and he treated them well, but from past experience he knew that servants talked. If they began to connect his absences with thefts in other towns, it was only a matter of time

before they would go to the authorities or blackmail him. After all, they were human. It was best in the long run to give them a week off with pay whenever he was out of town on business. He slipped the gold into the vault in his study, and went

upstairs. The schedule had been tight, but _dbb_ had given himself a few hours to rest before his household returned. His own bed was wonderfully soft and warm compared to the dreadful mattress he had to use at the canton in Danzig.

_dbb_ woke up some time later from a nightmare. For a second after he opened his eyes, he thought he could still hear Chuckizzle's voice nearby, singing The Ninety-Nine Admin Crimes of Exultant. He lay still in his bed, waiting, but there was no sound

except the usual creaks and groans of his old house. Afternoon sunlight came through his bedroom window in ribbons, catching dust. He closed his eyes. The song returned, and _dbb_ heard the vault door in his study swing open. The smell of stoneflower

filled his nose and he opened his eyes. Only a little of the after- noon sunlight could pierce the inside of the burlap sack. A strong, feminine hand clamped over the mouth and a thumb jabbed under his chin. Just as his throat opened and his head was

shoved to the side, he heard Tehaleks in her typical calm voice, "Thank you for the lesson, _dbb_"

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