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“Are you sure? If things go south I’ll be there fast, but...”
Muffin shrugs. “Eh, if you’re not distracted with bullshit you’ll see the problem before it even starts, right?”
“Hopefully.”
The next two days pass uneventfully. Katrina handles the visit to the bank, verifying and retrieving a pouch of gold that is immediately passed into your domain storage. The Torch also checks her contacts and finds the merchant is relatively reputable, at least for a wealthy citizen of Grabgol. The night of the exchange comes at last. The three of you head toward the bridge, taking care to approach from the south. Katrina takes up position some distance away and pressed a bone whistle into your hand.
“Two short blasts and I’ll come running. It won’t seem to make sound, but I’ll hear it.”
You stare at the simple object for a moment, then vanish it into storage. “Right. Hopefully it won’t come to that.” You extend your domain outward toward the bridge, and a young woman comes into view, the very picture of a black market thief, armored in leather and armed with a concerning number of knives. A bundle of black cloth rests in her arms. Her eyes scan the area, frequently flicking toward the sewer grate. A steady flow of foul sewage rushes along under the bridge, the smell is bad even at a distance.
You pull your monocle and silver dagger from storage and hand them to Muffin carefully. “Here, so you can look the part. And be careful.”
Muffin swishes the silver weapon through the air and holds up the monocle. “Pretty sure this is the richest I’ve ever been. I just hold this thing and look through it?”
“There’s more to it, but that’s enough to fool someone. We’re not supposed to take anything that isn’t magical, which should be pretty trivial for you to figure out.”
Muffin shrugs. “Bag is glowing from here, but I guess not to you two. Still weird that this shit is real. You know I can see that rock in your chest all the time right?”
You shudder. “I really didn’t need to know that. You’d better get down there, I’ll be watching with domain from that alleyway.”
“Yeah, yeah. See you soon.” Muffin waves flippantly and meanders down toward the under bridge. You move into position and close your eyes, focusing entirely on the bizarre vision that domain granted you, seeing everything in the area around you, from every angle. Hearing everything as well, rats rustling through trash, cats creeping up on rats, the flutter of bats overhead. Smell, thankfully, was excluded.
The gods help you, you were counting on Muffin to be diplomatic and tactful you realized all too late.
