Cycle 1063 (Winter): Day 5: Shift 2: 4 Bells [Hamlet of Gwynedd: 45N,25W]
The group gathered their “supplies” and followed the main walkway to a ladder, then the ladder to the gravel beach that Mercuito remembered only too well from his earlier encounter. Caela led you along the between the posts and in darkness beneath the walkway where the stars and streetlamps cast no light.
“There” Caela whispered.
Lamplight from the balconies of the Hotel Gwynedd illuminated the rocky beach. In the starlight, one could make out the shadowy form of a dock beneath the overhanging hotel balcony and hugging a dark grey wall supporting the structure above. A plank walk bridged from the beach to the dock.
The voices of two men, speaking French, could be heard approaching.
"Vous l'avez frappé assez fort."
"Oui."
"Tu crois qu'il est mort?"
"Non. De plus, on nous a dit de ne pas être gentil avec celui-ci. Il a une grande gueule et la ville a besoin de craindre ces criminels que Gottard attire."
"C'est vrai. Ça a été une très bonne nuit." The man is holding a large purse of coins in one hand and jewelry in the other. "Aujourd'hui, les pièces valent peut-être plus que les bibelots"
(translation for French speaking characters)
Mercuito is almost certain that these are the men that attacked him earlier and the man with the jewelry was carrying a pistol the last time.
The group can attack them immediately near the elevated street, you can wait a few minutes and charge them when they are on the narrow plank, or you can quietly follow them from a distance. [Or something else that you think of].
Josephine, having already been shot once this week, will allow everyone else to go first.
