Jadlin Hayes
70th day of Fall, 514
Jad walked the interior of the warehouse as usual, stopping to look, once again, at the commotion outside. It had not been as tedious a night as many others. This was not a result of any great change in the general stock of materials stored there. It was the fight that had occurred in the street a block away. The Kelp Bar had reopened and it seemed that the populace was trying to make up for lost time.
On the one hand, Jad shook his head with disgust at the combatants, brawling over whose boots caused the most discomfort. Apparently in their social circle, the one that suffered the most foot pain was the "real man", and all others were "Nancy Boys". One of them had clearly taken exception to this vile label and had sought to punish his detractor with "kelp breath", double vision and wild swings.
His opponent was now roaring in triumph as he swayed on his feet. Jad could only assume that the man had decided he didn't need those teeth that badly. Victory was measured in teeth on this night, it seemed. Broken noses and black eyes counted for naught.
But on the other hand, Jad had found that Kelp Beer was only a struggle for the first mug. After that it got strangely easier to swallow. He kind of wished he'd had the night off. But he understood the truth of his employer's concerns. Right now, there were undoubtedly crews of thieves making their way around town, peering in windows, checking locks and burglarizing the same people that were out right now getting drunk on kelp beer. It just annoyed him a little that HE was the one chosen, out of a dozen potential candidates, to sit with the main warehouse.
He felt a little better with the sight of a trio of Wave Guardsmen ambling up the road. They too, were on call to remain sober tonight. The crowd immediately began to quiet and behave more sedately as they came near. The victor turned and sagged a moment with the knowledge of impending arrest, but then straightened up and adopted a look of pride that seemed to say 'I may be about to be arrested, but at least I won. See how many teeth I still have?'
Jad was as surprised as anyone when the guardsmen passed without making an arrest. In fact, they offered a chuckle of empathy at the proud, gap-toothed victor. He was even more surprised when their path adjusted slightly in his direction, away from the middle-of-the-street trajectory they had been on the entire time Jad had been watching.
Surprise turned to apprehension when they turned even more directly toward the warehouse. It was not from any sense of guilt, of course. But Jad somehow had a sinking feeling his night was about to become more complicated as the three soldiers reached the base of the front steps and moved up to the door.
Jad did not wait for them to knock. He opened the door and stepped out to greet them. "Good evening, sirs. I'm afraid I have no knowledge of any search or inquiry I'm obliged to assist with tonight. I'm perfectly willing to let you in, of course, with the proper voucher from one of the owners." he offered guardedly.
The three men halted a few paces away as one of them dug for a document and handed it to Jad. "Got that right here, son." one of the other two said, as they handed it over and waited courteously to give Jad a chance to scan the thing. It was nothing so formal as a document, just a hand written letter from Mr. Pelthes to 'extend the courtesy of admittance to these three men.'
If the number indicated had not matched the number of soldiers, or if the word had been 'entrance', rather than 'admittance' Jad would have let them in and then run to get some REAL Wave Guard to arrest them for false entry and possibly impersonation. But everything was in order, so he swung the doors wide and stepped back to let then in.
On the one hand, Jad shook his head with disgust at the combatants, brawling over whose boots caused the most discomfort. Apparently in their social circle, the one that suffered the most foot pain was the "real man", and all others were "Nancy Boys". One of them had clearly taken exception to this vile label and had sought to punish his detractor with "kelp breath", double vision and wild swings.
His opponent was now roaring in triumph as he swayed on his feet. Jad could only assume that the man had decided he didn't need those teeth that badly. Victory was measured in teeth on this night, it seemed. Broken noses and black eyes counted for naught.
But on the other hand, Jad had found that Kelp Beer was only a struggle for the first mug. After that it got strangely easier to swallow. He kind of wished he'd had the night off. But he understood the truth of his employer's concerns. Right now, there were undoubtedly crews of thieves making their way around town, peering in windows, checking locks and burglarizing the same people that were out right now getting drunk on kelp beer. It just annoyed him a little that HE was the one chosen, out of a dozen potential candidates, to sit with the main warehouse.
He felt a little better with the sight of a trio of Wave Guardsmen ambling up the road. They too, were on call to remain sober tonight. The crowd immediately began to quiet and behave more sedately as they came near. The victor turned and sagged a moment with the knowledge of impending arrest, but then straightened up and adopted a look of pride that seemed to say 'I may be about to be arrested, but at least I won. See how many teeth I still have?'
Jad was as surprised as anyone when the guardsmen passed without making an arrest. In fact, they offered a chuckle of empathy at the proud, gap-toothed victor. He was even more surprised when their path adjusted slightly in his direction, away from the middle-of-the-street trajectory they had been on the entire time Jad had been watching.
Surprise turned to apprehension when they turned even more directly toward the warehouse. It was not from any sense of guilt, of course. But Jad somehow had a sinking feeling his night was about to become more complicated as the three soldiers reached the base of the front steps and moved up to the door.
Jad did not wait for them to knock. He opened the door and stepped out to greet them. "Good evening, sirs. I'm afraid I have no knowledge of any search or inquiry I'm obliged to assist with tonight. I'm perfectly willing to let you in, of course, with the proper voucher from one of the owners." he offered guardedly.
The three men halted a few paces away as one of them dug for a document and handed it to Jad. "Got that right here, son." one of the other two said, as they handed it over and waited courteously to give Jad a chance to scan the thing. It was nothing so formal as a document, just a hand written letter from Mr. Pelthes to 'extend the courtesy of admittance to these three men.'
If the number indicated had not matched the number of soldiers, or if the word had been 'entrance', rather than 'admittance' Jad would have let them in and then run to get some REAL Wave Guard to arrest them for false entry and possibly impersonation. But everything was in order, so he swung the doors wide and stepped back to let then in.
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