PBEM - Episode 454. Back to the Butchers

FOUR HUNDRED FIFTY FOUR

(I/C)

“We going in, right?” Wyn asked.

“Aye, that’s the plan,” Kovid said. He rubbed his hands together and wiped at the base of his beard. “Why do I have the feeling I’m going to get Travis’ed again.” 

“We just checking this place or are we planning to stay the night?” Lyra asked, hoisting her Flail high in anticipation of swinging.

"You're tired already?” Lannis scoffed at her. “I thought horses only slept like three hours a day."

“I liked it better when you were a useless cloud of gas…or when you were dead,” she retorted.

“Neigh. Bad mare. No carrot.” He looked up and down the hall and then squared his shoulders. "I'll go in but if it still smells like midget, wet dog, and sex I'm going to complain about it.”

“Ha ha,” Brendon snorted.

“Also,” he continued, “We could raise the temperature in the freezer so they can't use it maybe?"

Holding the Morrigaan Scythe high, Abraxas gave Kovid the go ahead. "Vamonos Amigos. Let's go in."

Still sporting his shield, the elf moved back from the front of the pack, positioning himself on the opposite wall, sword held low. “Wyn will stay out ‘ere for a second to keep an ear out fer tings. Just in case. I come in bout 2 minutes after ye all go in.”

“Hold on to your butts,” Kovid muttered and turned the knob, pushing the door in.

The most glaring thing that was different in here were the numerous drag marks and ruts that made their way from the door in and across the sand to the freezer door. Like, many many, drag indents, driven down at least 4 or 5 inches. “What the fuck were they moving in there?” Lannis asked. “A piano? A pool table? Sperm whale?”

“Hehe, Sperm,” Brendon snickered.

“Well, that fills me with terrible dread and a desire to not know more.” Lyra inched in behind Kovid, the dwarf shining the lantern about. The door to the freezer looked to be about a foot ajar, and cold mist was wafting out. The door on the north side of the chamber leading to the Buther’s Private room was closed. All the knives and cutting boards that had been in here were missing, leaving just indentations in the sand where they once were, or clean spaces on the wall.

The party crossed about half way to the Freezer, the Scout motioning the party to stop and be silent. He tilted his head and listened, (no roll), not hearing anything. “I don’t know,” he said, “It’s up to you guys.”

From the front door, Wyn had walked in and as looking around as well, “Merde, dey moved a bunch o stuff troo here.”

Time now is Day 10, 3:30 PM

(OOC)

You guys let me know if you want to check out the Freezer or not.