Tisa was restless. And as always, she went through the list again, like Cyrathas had taught her so many years ago.
1- Deal with the Mayor. That was done, though she needed to speak with Viggo about paying for it. With the rundottari busy protecting the island, the docks were run by Irontusk and his dockworkers. While reliable, payoffs added up. Cyrathas would also have to be paid, but she had a history with him. Irontusk wasn’t known for his patience. One day. Dammit.
2- Giant fire thing. That had made her nervous from the get-go. While the tremor that went off wasn’t that severe, a giant pillar of fire couldn’t be good. Five was worse. She made it a point to stay far away from the place. Viggo was crazy to run straight at it, but by the gods it had worked. He’s probably drinking somewhere, but would show up half-dead, like usual, soon enough.
3- Getting word out. Risa and Amroth were on it, spreading the news, and she shoved some coin at Morosino and Cyrathas to help out. Even Amaya said she would mention in, and while Tisa wasn’t sure how much that would help, Amaya moved in a different crowd, so that should help.
4- Stupid piece of paper. What that a joke? What’s Viggo thinking? His High Darkness terrified Tisa like few others. The man wouldn’t be so bad if just shouted at you, like those people in the square and thier forgotten gods, but Savanka just acted like he was all powerful and everyone had to obey him. Which is kind of how it was. Old Rogero told a story once about a man who shouted out during weekly services, some old Aroden worshipper. “false gods” and all. The devils that appeared to drag that man away still gave Rogero nightmares. She’s supposed to walk right in and say “here I am, halfling inquisitor. Get me some armor”
Tisa had a brief mental image of His Darkness, falling over with laughter.
As she thought on the rooftop, the sun slowly rose over the horizon, illuminating the arches over the river. She watched just long enough for the morning fishermen and traders to discover that under the second arch, a body slowly swung. Many were the boats that came to take a closer look, and the sun was higher in the sky before the rundottari came to cut him down. The note was forged, but given the previous theft of the Mayor’s mansion that the Green dagger guild had pulled off, faking the handwriting wasn’t that hard to do.
“Goodbye. I no longer deserve to live among you. Lord Asmodeus has struck me down for my many misdeeds. Foremost among those is the unlawful enslavement of an entire race. In my last act as Mayor, I free those halflings born into their bondage. I hope that this lightens my lawfully appointed torment.
Tisa left the rooftop and headed home, thankful that she could once again stay out at night without fear of the shadow creatures. It was truly a new day.