Butch and Sable cut through the alleys toward the western arches. Ahead, the lone sentry slumps in the gatehouse shadow, half-awake and unaware of the rooftop shot.
A paper flutters down into the gutter at Butch's feet, stamped with a broken crown and wet with fresh rain. The same mark on it answers the hunting sigil on his arm.
The Sentry
If the clerk's runners are right, this one is already flagged. No need to wake the whole post over a rumor.
The notice is a bounty writ, not for a name, but for Butch's trail. Someone in his professional network has sold his movement, and the shadow following him now knows the west road.
Sable
Butch, they are not guessing. This is how it finds us.
At the gate, the sentry shifts, still drowsy, still in reach of being passed by. One clean step now could take Butch and Sable beyond the walls before the warning spreads.
✓ Quest Accepted
Pass the gate before the alarm spreads
✓ Quest Accepted
Identify who sold Butch's trail
“I creep past the sentry's post while he is still half-asleep.”
SUCCESS (Good Agility, rolled +0)
Butch slips into the gatehouse shadow, his boots finding the damp seams between cobbles. The sentry stays folded against the post, blinking at nothing in particular.
Sable hugs the wall behind him, shield tucked close, eyes fixed on the alley mouth while he passes.
Butch glides past the spear rack and the open gate, close enough to smell wet iron and rain on stone.
The Sentry
Just a long night. Just wind and footsteps elsewhere.
His shoulder clears the post. The sentry does not look up.
Butch reaches the gate line with Sable at his back, and the western road opens beyond the arch. Then the shattered rooftop shape lands somewhere behind them, out of sight, and a shout starts to rise from the alley.
Quest Complete
Pass the gate before the alarm spreads