Volume 4: Dereliction of Duty
Chapter VI: Devotee by Necessity
There were benefits to a keen long term memory, a fair few of them involved remembering names and faces and, as was the case at the moment, trying to find a particular rock in the cobble lining of an exterior wall. With the village of Laleah built in a series of concentric circles, there was little chance that someone could sneak up on Sarah, but she was still hyper vigilant of the encroaching shadows.
While the village prepared itself for night, Sarah crept up to the southern side of a home near the third ring of buildings, stealing a quick glance around before she crouched into a thicket of shade. Her fingers delicately traced the conical shaped cement and cobble accent that bound the corner until she found a particularly wide stone. With a little coercion she managed to loosen the rock and pry the key from underneath the compartment inside.
"Always options," she whispered to herself as she prowled away in search of her second fall-back, the West End Warehouse. Flickering torches burned at the fringes of night still trying to choke out the ambient starlight, giving every shadow a warped appearance. Sarah wasn't sure if they were people moving about, or just shadows from the central ring and she quickly found herself ducking from place to place in hopes she'd get where she needed to be sooner rather than later.
Sarah crept along a thin rail of darkness that separated a pair of shops from a group of houses clumped together haphazardly. The flickering lights from coaches moving around played across the dirt like fingers waiting to strangle her if she should misstep and for just a moment Sarah considered heading back to the inn- it was suicide, of course, but there were some things that couldn't be left behind. Not now. . .
She'd get her papers and then she'd decide what way to head next; she'd fostered good relations in Cheawood and with a few coins in the right pockets, she could probably get herself set up in a position of importance. One with several thick walls between her and the outside world. Just for a little while.
Just for a little while.
Sarah peeked, ducked back and peeked again. No one was going by so she sprinted for the opposite side. Into the darkness, further and further. In no time at all she was panting, practically heaving air into her overworked body. She was too old for this. Much too old. By the time she eventually did find her old warehouse a sinking feeling punched her right in the stomach.
It'd been ten years since she'd seen Laleah, a lot had changed in that time and a lot more hadn't. What
had
changed was the decrepit shell of the building; it was clean plaster and what appeared to be several layers of white wash! The double doors facing the main street were closed and barred with good timber and a new truss held a small overhang that hadn't been there when she bought the building. Coming around the rectangular building she found that the back door had been widened into a double door frame and a chime hung over it. Above that was a small wood sign shaped like a couple of sprockets.
Curious.
Curious and irritating.
Very irritating.
Sarah took a deep breath and edged around the building to the side 'office'. Her key slotted in smoothy and turned the mechanism. She ducked inside to find the wide building separated into two distinct parts with one side of a divider strewn with piles of scrap wood and metal atop a thin layer of straw dust and chaff. The front of the building held a stone mill with bags of flour packed on pallets ready to be taken out.
As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, she made out several features in the middle of the room, including a rudimentary wood floor and some of the struts that had been re-enforced with metal plating to keep the roof from collapsing. Wise, really; it'd been sagging when Sarah bought the place. What was less wise was the fact that the wood flooring covered her steel box. She stood up slowly, taking in the room with fresh eyes. A few small work benches were pushed up against the side wall, lined with all manner of jewelers tools and tinkering equipment and a scale big enough to weigh bullion. There was even a set of springs hanging from one of the boards that punctuated the wall beside a few woodworking tools.
Sarah pushed up her glasses to pinch the bridge of her nose. It might not have been so bad but she wasn't going to cut through the floor with a damned scorp. She walked over to one of the benches looking for something she could use. "Come now, what've we here-"
Something clicked. Nails on wood. Sarah wheeled on the noise, finding a broad shouldered dog staring right at her. Tawny coat, brown muzzle. Jaws as big as her head. Ears perked forward, bushy tail wagging slightly. It had to have been up to her stomach at the shoulders. They stared at one another. Sarah felt her body go numb.
