-------------- Tales of the Silver Gryphon - Guerilla Tactics

Memnos was mostly docks, warehouses, bars, cathouses, and shipwrights. Maybe three quarters of the town was along the bay and dedicated to the sea trade. The other quarter was farther inland and served primarily to get goods from the island out to the docks. And then there was the obligatory FreeRangers' guildhall, shops and businesses, livery and stables, and homes of about twenty thousand citizens. Beyond that, east and inland, was the fort, a huge garrison for the Atheaen Army who normally patrolled the island and kept the wilder beasts at bay. There were normally two full brigades here, almost half as many soldiers as the whole population of Memnos. But since the war order came down, they all shipped out, all but a handful guarding the fort.

Fallon found all this out without a lot of effort. The locals were not seditious, nor did they hate the military, but they were happy to get business back to normal, and that meant business with pirates on the Mauritian Sea. Their style had been somewhat cramped with so many soldiers around. Fallon also found a long list of mercenaries and rogues that would gladly help them, for a price. The first thing they needed was someone who knew the layout of the fort. And in that, their luck held.

In a dark part of the north shore they found her, waiting for them on the only lit street corner in a section of warehouses. She was only a tad bit taller than Fallon, beautiful, and clad in skintight black leather with shiny black bracers and a cloak of elven make. She had been looking for them as soon as she heard there was someone looking to break Deurdelline out of the dungeons. Fallon was disturbed that their intentions had already made the rounds on the streets of Memnos even before they had, but it was too late to fix that now. All that meant was they'd have to move against the fort that much quicker, before a little birdie went out and warned the soldiers.

"Ye're the one who escaped from the fort?"

"Aye, dat I am."

"Ye're Sonntaglian?"

"Aye, and ye're Kibberan. Whut ov it?"

"W'll don' git yer bloody knickers in a twist, dear. Is juss nice ta 'ear a familiar accent s'all."

"Aye, sometimes."

"So, ye already know whut we're lookin' ta do. But it goes a bit beyond a jail break. Dere's a sea voyage in it as well."

"I'm not cheap, love, but I can be 'ad. We best git movin' afore the soldiers git wind o' yer plans."

"It might help if we knew yer name, dearie."

"Reese, Killian Reese."

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