"Ah, well - okay." Saturday isn't very hard to convince. "See, there's this country, they've got a slavers guild, right? We don't like slavery, me an' Caim, so we're working with his sister and some other folks to take the place down. Part a' that involves getting control of the guild, so there's a woman on the guild council in our corner, and her enemies arranged for her to get imprisoned somewhere she won't be found, kind of deal. Job was an extraction, you follow?"
Presumably he does. She continues.
"She was being held by this truly massive asshole on his flying castle, which is a thing sufficiently rich bastards do where Caim's from. But he's throwing a party, an' Caim's sister, being a woman of standing, gets an invite. We're infiltrating as her party - Caim's a servant, I'm a protege. And my friend Gray is coming along. She's got a talent for looking like other people, magical, like. First thing that happens is some oily motherfucker with a hairdo compensating for his manhood sees a little elf woman and starts thinking with his dick - "
Saturday had seduced him, then traded places with Gray wearing her seeming, who'd gone off to somewhere more private with the man, knocked him over the head, and rifled through his personal papers - he'd taken her back to his actual rooms, like a chump. She'd managed to find proof of his double-dealing their host, and used that to cause a distraction in the ballroom.
Meanwhile, Saturday and Caim had been bluffing their way through the servant's levels, looking for their target, and found that - and the crew of an airship, captured for failure to pay "tariff" (bribes), their ship destroyed and destined for a life of slavery unless some kind person intervened.
"And, well, we did need a ride off once the fireworks started, and there was a warship in the docks. Our host's pride and joy." Saturday grins ferociously, still gleeful at the memory. "I went back to the ballroom, me and Gwyn made a scene, broke our host's jaw, ended up in the brig. Which was cover for Caim fucking up the engines on the castle to blow a hole in the brig. We get out, the target gets out, the crew gets out, and the five guards at the warship decide they ain't gettin' paid enough. And we sail into the sunset." She mimes it, one hand fluttering off. "Free and clear. We let the crew keep the ship, since we didn't need it."
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Presumably he does. She continues.
"She was being held by this truly massive asshole on his flying castle, which is a thing sufficiently rich bastards do where Caim's from. But he's throwing a party, an' Caim's sister, being a woman of standing, gets an invite. We're infiltrating as her party - Caim's a servant, I'm a protege. And my friend Gray is coming along. She's got a talent for looking like other people, magical, like. First thing that happens is some oily motherfucker with a hairdo compensating for his manhood sees a little elf woman and starts thinking with his dick - "
Saturday had seduced him, then traded places with Gray wearing her seeming, who'd gone off to somewhere more private with the man, knocked him over the head, and rifled through his personal papers - he'd taken her back to his actual rooms, like a chump. She'd managed to find proof of his double-dealing their host, and used that to cause a distraction in the ballroom.
Meanwhile, Saturday and Caim had been bluffing their way through the servant's levels, looking for their target, and found that - and the crew of an airship, captured for failure to pay "tariff" (bribes), their ship destroyed and destined for a life of slavery unless some kind person intervened.
"And, well, we did need a ride off once the fireworks started, and there was a warship in the docks. Our host's pride and joy." Saturday grins ferociously, still gleeful at the memory. "I went back to the ballroom, me and Gwyn made a scene, broke our host's jaw, ended up in the brig. Which was cover for Caim fucking up the engines on the castle to blow a hole in the brig. We get out, the target gets out, the crew gets out, and the five guards at the warship decide they ain't gettin' paid enough. And we sail into the sunset." She mimes it, one hand fluttering off. "Free and clear. We let the crew keep the ship, since we didn't need it."