Cletus returned, a little less flashy. "Okay guys," he said. "Now I’m ready to leave town." He glanced out the window. The moon was already high. "What would be the most opportune moment to sneak Rabie out of town?"
"If it were up to me it would be simple. Someone needs to distract the sheriff, and someone needs to ready some horses."
"I’ve got an idea," Vannrik offered. "Isn’t there a way we could get the Sheriff drunk tonight?"
"You think he would fall for that?" Cletus asked.
"We’d need the right angle. He seems a bit stuck up." Vannrik mused.
Jinx’s smile was pure mischief. "Yes, we could try to loosen him up. That’s a very good plan, pretty boy!"
The plan was rolling. "Oh! Maybe we could get someone else to do it. Then he would be even less suspicious. I wouldn’t be able to, but I’m pretty sure someone else can." Cletus added.
"There is a brothel close to here..." Jinx said slowly, thoughts clicking into place. [
"That would be too obvious!" Cletus hushed.
"You know… Sheriff Belor Hemlock has been seen close to the brothel far too many times..." Jinx grinned. "He’s always talking to Kaye Tesarani. There are rumors."
"Then that’s our angle." Vannrik nodded.
The three agreed, if coin was needed, they’d invest. But first, they eavesdropped on the local gossip. The crowd didn’t disappoint: "I’ve seen the longing in her eyes."
"He called her Kitten."
"He always blushes after talking to her."
Rumors of a hidden romance were rampant.
"Where the Sentinels celebrate their victories, conspire to free a prisoner, and expose the Sheriff's deepest secret."