Standing on the upraised knuckles of the Arodennama’s sword-hand, Titus looks from the pillar of fire erupting several blocks away back to the two figures on the chappe, one of them his long-time partner Hugs, the other a high level guild enforcer with a hand-crossbow loaded with a poisoned bolt.
“Brother, get up here and do your duty. You’ve been awfully aloof of late and the shakers are getting skeptical of your true motives. We know you have a huge commission. Mind-boggling huge. We know it’s been months since you have accepted the job. Long enough to scout out and know exactly where this object is and who has it. Long enough to nab it. And then we catch this one pilfering from our own nobles…”
Titus swallows. One last big hit. That should have been it. But now shits got real. Whole gangs and guilds have disappeared. Drovenge is dead. Einan has been becoming erratic. He’s behind this. Who else could be? Shit! Shit.
Titus stares at his long time friend and partner, subtly points and whispers, " This is going to be hairy." His voice is carried directly to Hugs’ ears by way of magic.
“Ain’t it always?” his half-orc friend whispers back. She winks and taps her foot. Titus draws his blade and slowly walks along the knuckles of the dead god, then along the crosspiece past the enforcer ignoring the winds blowing at this height. He levels Fortuna Comes at his friend, who stares at him with arms hanging at her sides. Titus grabs ahold of his friend and whispers “See you at the bottom,” then turns to look at the enforcer. He pushes Hugs off of the blade.
The enforcer looks back at Titus with a smug sense of satisfaction. Then Titus points at him and shouts. The enforcer doubles over as the screams threaten to burst his eardrums. Titus uses this moment to rush the man, knocking him off the blade just as he recovers from the spell. The enforcer tumbles over the edge. He screams as he plummets. The enforcer hits the ground with a thunk. His dying eyes catch an image of a seated Hugs leaning against the toes of Aroden, massaging her ankles.
“Silly little minion,” she taunts. “Tricks are for…the professionals Dottari-bait.” And with these words in his ears, the enforcer grows drowsy, and closes his eyes forever.
Titus watches his ties to the guild end with the bloody impact of the enforcer on the foot Aroden.
He hears back Hugs’ whisper.