“So, how do you intend to take down Javan,” Lucard asked.
The adventurers looked at each other blankly and Kitten shrugged and said,“We don’t quite have that figured out yet.”
“Wait a minute,” said Eldarion. “If you were going to deliver us to Javan, why were you holding us captive here? Why not take us to Javan directly?”
“Because we don’t know where he is,” replied Lucard. “Sinking Sun leaders are very suspicious and try to keep their whereabouts secret, even from there own men. No honor among thieves I suppose. But though we don’t know where he is, he knows where we would be. So we were waiting for his folks to show up…and I suppose they’ll be here any minute.”
“Excellent,” Petrin chimed. “That last battle was a bit short and I could use the exercise.”
Eldarion was not as excited about another fight, but perhaps there was a way they could turn the upcoming encounter to their advantage.
“I have a plan,” he said. “The bandits who are coming know where Javan is. We just need one of them alive to share that information. Let’s set a trap. Help get me and Petrin loosely tied up again and make them think we’re still in custody. They don’t know Kitten is here, so he can hide behind the door. When they see us tied up they’ll let their guard down, and then we jump them.”
“I like it,” said Petrin. “But how do we know one of them will open up to us about Javan’s location?”
“We’ll convince him it’s in his best interest,” Kitten said with a smile.
“You are quite skilled in the art of persuasion,” returned Petrin.
Lucard was just about finished tying up Petrin and Eldarion when Kitten, peering through a crack in the front door, noticed a group of well-armed thugs heading their direction.
“That’s got to be them,” he rumbled. “Why do you bandits always strut like show horses?”
Lucard smiled, “Banditry is mostly showmanship. Carry a sword and act like you own the town, and people believe it.”
“Not everyone bows before such intimidation,” said Eldarion from his chair. “Now get to your places and be ready. Once they realize something’s wrong things will happen quickly. We can’t let any of them escape or we’ll lose Javan.”
Kitten tried to keep his bulky frame in the shadow behind the door and held his breath. With a creak the door opened and two bandits took a step into the tavern.
“What happened here?” asked the taller one of Lucard. “I thought these two were delivered to you bound, yet only you remain alive of your group?”
“We’re not used to dragonborn captives,” replied Lucard. “No one told us he could breathe fire. Fortunately, I was able to subdue them. I suggest you transport them quickly before they wake, that is if you still want them alive.”
The shorter bandit approached the captives and then stopped. “Sir, these ropes have been loosed. I think —”
He was cut off as Eldarion’s hand quickly surged up striking the man in the side of his head with the hilt of his sword. The bandit staggered backwards, hit his head against the wall and crumpled. The remaining bandit turned to flee but ran right into Kitten’s fist.
“That was easy,” Kitten said. “And we’ve got two of them to interrogate.”
“Not as easy as you think my shifter friend,” replied Petrin pointing out toward the street. “It appears there was a third man with this crew and he’s getting away.”
“After him!” shouted Eldarion as he sprinted past the door onto the street.
STORY MODE WILL RETURN LATER…so for the sake of time…
Eldarion, Kitten and Petrin chased the bandit to Javan’s hideout at Farmer John’s home. Lucard fell during the chase and was left behind. The heroes slayed Javan and his party leaving only one survior. They sent him to Uly Breen with Javan’s head as a message.