Advance in plain view

From Create Your Own Story

You walk slowly towards the shack, knowing that trying to sneak might get you killed. Just as you are about to knock, the door opens and the muzzle of a rusty blunderbuss welcomes you.

"Whatcha doin' here, fella?" barks the shaggy old man holding the weapon. "Don'tcha know it's dangerous 'round 'ere past sunset? I thought you were a ratman!"

You draw back a few steps. You strongly doubt this old man is anyone connected with Nikola von Carstein.

"I was just looking for some friends," you apologize. "I thought they might be here. Did you happen to see some people gathering by night here at the dump?"

"Nope," spits the man. "An' if I had, you can be sure I'd have kicked 'em out. This is my dump, and no one comes 'ere after nightfall, got it? Get the hell out."

He keeps his blunderbuss aimed at your head until you have left the dump. Guess there is no choice now but to take a look at the warehouse of the Fishermen's Guild or the fishmonger.