Avishraa Reloaded

Planning for the theft took some time - or rather, Evrith sitting in one place with her eyes closed browsing through futures had taken some time, since it was hard to escape the idea that Evrith didn't plan in any real sense. “The future eats plans for its dinner,” she'd said, to which Shyriath appeared to have taken offense.

The sun was almost directly overhead, so there would be no cover of night or shadow, and it would cause an enormous delay to wait for some to appear. On top of that, Oraa itself was surrounded by low stone walls - trivial to fly over, of course, but this would almost certainly attract notice. Only foot traffic going through the town gates would fail to draw suspicion.

As they approached the town in the distance, Shyriath sought clarification. “Permit me to understand: you want us, two Chosen and a xtauh, to just walk through a guarded gate into a takma settlement? That's your idea?”

Evrith glanced at him in irritation. “But they only care about Chosen. They don't often see xtauh in these parts, and hardly ever have to fight them. All of us are smaller than other takmar, so someone who can't see our heads might not notice that we're not all the same kind. So we all approach the gate with cloaks on and hoods up, as if keeping the sun off our heads. If the guards ask to see one of us, Anuwi uncovers his head. You, I expect, can alter their curiosity so that they don't ask to see our faces, or get too certain that xtauh aren't green.”

Great. Theft in broad daylight - literally, although that was indeed inescapable, as well as metaphorically. What could possibly go wrong? An-uxhwi was still not emotionally convinced that this was necessary, but it was impossible to argue with an Oracle - more so with an Oracle he deeply trusted not to fabricate lies.

And so An-uxhwi only flinched a little at the suggestion that he should reveal himself to some takmar that might - as was his previous experience with them - take offence in his very existence. Not that he considered himself incapable of defending himself if it were to happen, but the best kind of combat was the combat that didn't happen.

“Assuming this works as intended, how do we proceed?” he asked in a neutral tone of voice, his imagination running a crude simulation of the plan so far, giving him some basic spatial bearings to work with.

Evrith shrugged, as if it were a question of minor importance. “The house we want is near the city wall on the southeast side. The owner seems to be asleep. We go there, enter as if we have business, and then browse around and quietly as we can once we're inside.”

“And then?” Shyriath demanded. “We just walk out like we came in?”

“Hopefully,” she replied. “If not, there's plenty of rock under this land. We may need you to get us down under it and out of sight.”

Shyriath gave her a sour look. “This idea of yours seems to lean rather heavily on my abilities.”

“For two reasons.” Evirth's tone became sharp. “The first is that you volunteered to come along, so it makes sense, as long as you're here, to make use of what you can do. The second is that, if I were doing this alone, I would almost certainly be approaching it in a different way that wouldn't require your abilities. And if you're about to ask why I don't do that anyway, it's because both of you are along; there are ways I could slip in and out by myself that aren't feasible with two companions who can't see the future.

“And while we're on the subject,” she added, “there are things I can do to directly aid in an escape, if it becomes necessary. But they're dangerous, some of them even to me, and it's best not to use them unless it's that or die.”

An-uxhwi, at least, had the benefit of having witnessed the spoils of Evrith's planning.

Unfortunately, he also had the questionable pleasure of having witnessed the flaws, remembering distinctly how they had to hurriedly accommodate for change. The notion of a similar change of plans here did not please him - but any objection lost itself in the awareness that they had had this exact discussion already and he had agreed to come along.

And all this for a book. It wasn't that he couldn't appreciate the value of such a book, but it seemed like better methods of obtaining one should be available, perhaps if one asked the right xtauh…

“Although I would rather we weren't discovered because we're going to have another argument about it,” An-uxhwi mused, his tone far more placid than he felt. “If the details of the future are still lost to her, it may be best to simply let Evrith lead us and be there to protect her if it becomes necessary.”

Shyriath fidgeted unhappily. He pulled up his hood, as the gate would become visible again around the next curve. “Being the sort of person to spend so much time hiding away,” he muttered, “I'm sure you can guess that I'm not emotionally well-suited to this sort of action.”

“Noted,” Evrith replied testily, pulling up her own hood. “If only I were paying you wages, you would have a bonus for your trouble, I'm sure. …Anuwi, if they ask what our business is here, just tell them we're travelers seeking a place to stay and rest. We don't have any goods to convince them we're merchants.”

Throughout all this, some part of An-uxhwi felt eeriely calm. It wasn't his heart, which was happy to thrum its objection through his body. It wasn't his rational thought processes, which knew there were enough variables involved that this could yet easily end in disaster. But some emotional kernel had convinced itself that all would be well.

And so he said: “Then that shall be my answer.” The beauty of it was that it wasn't even a lie. They were travellers and they were seeking a place to stay and rest. They just weren't looking for it here.

He pulled up his hood and positioned himself strategically to be the most likely candidate of harassment, if someone were to, say, choose to take one of their hoods off for them. There was no position that would guarantee it, but at least he could do his best to increase the odds.

Hopefully Evrith would tell him to shift to elsewhere if the risk actually threatened to manifest.

The walls of Oraa were made of stone, thin and low - just about high enough that an adult takma would be unable to climb over without assistance - and were clearly intended more as a form of movement control than a defense against besiegers. The gate was a simple gap spanned by large wooden double doors, which were open, with a shed just inside for the guards to lounge in.

As they approached, one of the guards meandered out, a middle-aged male clad in leather armor and holding a javelin; he gave them the slightly jaundiced look of someone faced with a minor inconvenience. “Stop there, xtauh. What's your business in Oraa?”

Behind An-uxhwi, Shyriath concentrated on dulling the guard's perception.

In a motion betraying neither haste nor reluctance, An-uxhwi drew his hood back from his head, revealing himself and this laying his emotional expression bare to the guard - a signal that he had nothing to hide, certainly. The biggest risk was in being turned away despite their excuses to enter… and the difference in body language. Fortunately, An-uxhwi was acutely aware of it, not least because he had been travelling with friendly takmar lately, and took care to keep the gestures of his antennae somewhat muted.

After a moment of appropriate but not exaggerated deferrence in body language - a skill learnt in the mines, if only grudgingly so - An-uxhwi responded with the agreed-upon excuse to enter: “We have travelled quite far and thus were hoping to find a place to rest.” He glanced past the guard with a mild curiosity, like someone assessing from some tacit markers gained by experience whether they might be temporarily welcome in such a place, and who held the hope the answer was 'yes'.

The guard approached more closely, looming slightly over An-uxhwi. He squinted a bit suspiciously at him. “We don't see xtauh seeking shelter here,” he commented. “You people keep your own camps.”

He glanced up slightly to look at An-uxhwi's companions, tempted to order them to remove their hoods as well, but something stopped him. The sun was harsh at the moment; no doubt the hoods helped. No doubt a good sturdy building would be much cooler than… well, whatever the little goblins generally used.

The guard expelled air through his nostrils. It was hot out and he wanted to get back to the convivial game of chance they'd had going in the shed; running off xtauh wasn't enough of an amusement to be worth the trouble. He pointed through the gate and down the street that continued on from it. “There's inns that way, if you can find one that'll take you. Be out of the city within two vigils.”

Behind An-uxhwi, Shyriath relaxed a little. Prodding the guard's mind in the right direction hadn't been too hard, but it wasn't effortless.