Chapter 8: Chapter 5 The Rat Pack

The cat Beastfolk youth stiffened as Lyzander stepped into a beam of light shining through a crack in a broken window shutter beside him. He paused in place, allowing himself to be clearly seen and recognised. The boy relaxed and hurriedly continued with his task, crouching down to hold the Fae Fire flame to the paper that had almost broken free of the dog pile.

The group allowed the enchanted class one warrant for Lyzander’s arrest to escape into the air, continuing to spout its announcement. The paper was quickly engulfed in flames and dissipated into ash within a few paces. The muck-covered road was left in silence as the filthy youths climbed to their feet. Lyzander was familiar with most, if not all, of the Rat Pack and could recognise each of the boys and girls in front of them just by their silhouettes.

The street wasn’t entirely silent, Lyzander heard a moan escape from the room illuminating his face from the right. He turned to investigate and his mouth dropped open in disbelief. Peering through the crack in the shutters, he could see Glint,  the boy, nay, the man he had spoken to in line during the ceremony the evening before.

From the glimpse of it he could see, Lyzander saw the newlywed Halfling throuple deeply entangled in the throws of passion. One of the marriage tattoos entwining Glint’s wrists still glowed with unspent light. Glint’s lean back with a muddy footprint on his back was facing his vantage point, the warm body of his second-wife, sourpuss Skraggle, pressed underneath him on rough-straw bedding. The twin braids of her brunette hair jostled under the furious movement of her husband’s hips.

 

 

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Lyzander suspected the new groom was trying to avoid the mocking of his peers if he failed to fulfil his marital duties for both wives before sunup. Which was not very long away, gauging by the height of the moon

“Shouldn’t this house be empty, I thought it was condemned as unfit to live in?” Lyzander asked with a crease of confusion in his brow, pointing a thumb over his shoulder at the activity behind him.

“We just scored some hay from the nearest tavern and tossed it on the floor to make it more homely,” the cat Beastfolk, Eryndor, leader of the rat pack informed him. Glancing inside the room with a purr, and retrieving a coin purse from his tunic to bounce on his palm before continuing, the sound of coins clinking together. “He was too eager, acting like a Goblin counting its gold. Don’t worry, we made sure he paid the kind of price you’d expect for a night with Madame Celeste during midwinter celebrations. Heh, he doesn’t know that though.”

Lyzander snorted in amusement, stepping away from the building with a wry shake of his head. He ignored the grunt of Glint’s lovemaking and started to walk away from the group to carry on home. They moved in unison to follow him. 

“Have to admit, the buffoon has the stamina of a warhorse. They’ve been at it all night,” One of the older youths, a Human lad named Dingle said.

“Not in the bedroom though. They’ve been arguing for hours to convince her onto her back. The first girl was over almost as soon as it started and I think that didn’t impress the second one very much, ha,” the small voice of a girl chimed in mockingly from somewhere among the group. 

Lyzander recognised the voice as Rook, a Gnome who appeared much younger than her age due to her small stature. The Rat Pack would often use a headscarf to hide her racial features. She would then pretend to be a lost Human child and lure in unsuspecting marks. 

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Lyzander was familiar with their routine because he was once the victim of it. The Rat Pack had managed to rob him of all of the valuables on his person after being cast out from his Arcane Academy dorm and being refused lodging by his first-mother. None of his family wanted the pariah of Hazelhaven close at hand to remind his mother’s political rivals of his existence.

His father was a travelling merchant that spent most of his time avoiding both of his wives and all of his children. So had no say in Lyzander being exiled to the slums or he would have firmly objected.

After being robbed, Lyzander managed to use track and follow his belongings using his unique ability to calculate and anticipate movement. The Rat Pack had scattered and passed the items back and forth between each other to dazzle their mark. So they wouldn’t have anything on their person if one of them was caught. It didn’t work out as expected. 

Over the course of an afternoon in an elaborate game of cat-and-Rat Pack. He was able to chase them down and catch each individual with his items. The last being Eryndor with his antique arcane focus. When cornered, he could only ask Lyzander what was so important about an old pipe. 

By the end of it, they had a mutual respect for one another and he had earned himself the title of ‘Third Boss’. The first was the unknown leader of the criminal underbelly of Hazelhaven. And the second was Eryndor. He came back from his reverie and tried to start a conversation in an attempt to relax the tension of being a fugitive on the run.

“Rook, do you know how disturbing that is to hear you say something like that? I don’t care that you’re actually the oldest one here,” Lyzander joked as they approached his street.

“Shh, I hear something,” Eryndor hissed while holding up a hand.

Lyzander noticed Eryndor’s ears twitch beside him, he motioned for his crew to be silent. Lyzender immediately became alert, preparing to scatter along with everyone else. Everyone remained motionless as Eryndor went ahead and crept to the corner, he had unrivalled eyesight among the Rat Pack.

Digging his claws into the wood, Eryndor peered around the corner. He returns to the group with a heavy expression. He met the gaze of every member of the Rat Pack before speaking. They understood what his expression meant, each silently nodding in turn with resolute expressions. The most adamant being Rook and Dingle, the two Lyzander was closest to outside of Eryndor.

 

 

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