Caltrix Nimblesquirl
Twilight Halfling; Acrobat; Rogue (Thief; 1); (TBA) Archetype; Harrow Card: 'The Locksmith'
HP: 15/15 | AC:17: Explorer's | Speed: 25' |Senses: Low-light vision; Keen Eyes | Lang: Common; Halfling; Gnome; Varisian
Perception (E): +7 | Fort (T): +4 | Ref (E): +9| Will (E): +7 |
| Skills | Attributes | Attacks | Sneak Atk Dmg |Hero Pts.: 1
As Caltrix made her way southwards through the Five Corners and towards a possible rendezvous with Carthen, she could certainly pass as one of Korvosa's downtrodden. Disheveled; one cheek cut; an arm wrenched; a sore hand; and a puffy eye turning shades of purple; she made quite a sight, or would have as most wayfarers in the city kept their heads down and covered by hats and hoods against the persistent drizzle and feeling of gloom.
Things had started well. Upon leaving Zellara's -- as she, and she suspected, the others thought of the place -- the halfling had made her way north through the city pausing for a few minutes to grab a mug of hot tea and a morning meat pasty - to the loss of 3 coppers. With what passed for a full belly these days, she continued across the Narrows and up into the Shingles.
Though she had acknowledged the possibility that her little lean-to might have been burgled over the night that had so strangely and mystically passed, she hadn't quite allowed for squatters: or an ambush. One of the pair had already taken up residence: as Caltrix made to deal with the interloper, his hoodrat partner returned, taking the outsized halfling from behind. Caltrix wasn't at her best with her fists and feet, but when knives were drawn, she gave better than she received. Eventually, the two fled to seek other living arrangements ... their cuts were most likely not fatal.
That said, the little thief had taken a few blows, one right in the eye; kicks; a bite that her hand gloves had spared her the worse of; and a cut just on the cheek of that same eye: that had been scary.
Still, her small abode was hers again and word would spread ... there had been any number of curious, but unhelpful eyes observing.
All this, and setting the few things inside aright took up more time than she'd allotted. Her plans for communicating with one of the Lofties might have to wait.Unless GM, you wish to interpose with a contact as this point in the narrative? She was still anxious to pursue the contact that she'd had from Enoch Reeves. For all she knew, Lollifar might be out of Lamm's direct control at this point, so The Contractor might be the rogue's only hope to track her friend. Not that it made any difference as to her determination to see Lamm put out of commission.
She actually hadn't much in the way of furnishings outside of a few utensils and bedding. Some trinkets. Most of her few valuables and useful items she kept on her small person. Only her bow and quiver of arrows ... fortunately, the squatters hadn't time to make a wreck of them -- or use them! She arranged her cloak and hood to make the shortbow a bit more discreet alongside her backpack. She thought quickly, but decided to leave the bow unstrung for the moment, what with the rain.
So it was that she was making her way back towards the area of West Dock, trying to stay somewhat loose and limber as the pain intensified with the waning of the last effects of adrenaline. As per her arrangement with the rest of those who had been called to Zellara's by means of the Harrow Cards, her task was to lurk about in the hope of spotting and Shadowing someone known to be an associate of Lamm's.
How far was she from The Bookmaker (S11)? She tried to keep her eyes open for a potential Mark as well as for Carthen.