The Clever Paradox
Raymond kept his eyes straight, glued only to his intended direction as he stepped through the familiar heavy rainfall in silence. That was until Azalea mentioned actually being somewhat pleased by Ezeris. The guy looked over his shoulder and smirked at Azalea, " . . Watch out. One bump and your leather just might get stolen." Maybe the princess was living off the high of traveling to a new place. If she stayed any longer, she just might start cursing at every person her eyes landed on.
"Francesco Alberti," Raymond turned his focus forward again, "The Albertis own many of these houses and force high rent payments. Francesco kicks families out even if they are off by a coin." The hard truth was that even a slight raise in rent prompted more than a handful of citizens to look for any means possible to acquire the necessary finances. "Many are willing to steal for a roof over their head on rainy days like this anyway . . so it wouldn't be hard for him to find other tenants," He removed his hands from his pockets before casually adjusting the cuff around his wrist. Ezeris was corrupt mainly since the cycle was endless. Relentless landlords like Francesco would never learn their lesson unless their properties were boycotted. "Many people loathe him for kicking them to the streets, which is exactly the reason why we are going after his ship," The thief concluded before turning a corner, "Determining the suspect would be hazy."
Group A was just about in the slim middle class region of Ezeris that barely existed. After a few more steps, they would tilt right for a diagonal cut to the docks. They just had to see the-
Raymond suddenly paused in his tracks with his head slightly bowed in darkness as he looked at the blacksmith shop in ruins past the heavy raindrops that fell. No one even made the effort to clean the rubble up. His eyes shifted from left to right meticulously studying each feature that remained until a few men drunkenly walked over it. All seemed to be well in their world when they chuckled their drunk minds off.
In fact, one of them ended up stumbling over a burnt wooden plank that remained. "What is this merda doing here still?!" The bearded fellow screamed as his buddies helped him up.
Raymond furrowed his brows at the disrespect the stranger yelled toward his father and sister's grave. "Ehi," A scarred man patted his friend's back, "Speak like that and gli alleati will hear you." "SO WHAT?! Does it look like I care?" The bearded man flung his middle finger up and loudly laughed, "They are long gone, Adolfo. Left us to become wanted criminals AROUND THE LAND since being bankrupt in Ezeris wasn't good enough for them."
All the while, Raymond kept his silence as his fists balled up. News traveled fast, but that didn't mean it was all true. Who were those three drunkards anyway? Ray could take them on any day! Regardless of the violent thoughts that surged through his mind, the thief forced himself to wait for the three drunk men to leave. They were hindering their short cut toward the docks. If Ray knew anything about drunkards, they were basically human alarms. It was best not to pass by them without any thought.
"Some say it's a silent protest against the Shades. . . . The Shades think the rubble reminds us of what can happen, but it mainly reminds us of the balance the family was able to keep," The third friend with a short, green mohawk spoke up. If Ray could guess, it seemed like he was just done smoking something. "MENZOGNA! Before the elder one impregnated a noble and everything went south anyway," The bearded mister objected before grabbing his friend by the collar, "You talk harmony, but they created tools for killing." It almost seemed like mohawk and beard were about to throw it down, until beard roughly released the other guy.
"Tutti voi andate via," Raymond mumbled watching the bearded man strongly kick the wooden plank prior to the three men stumbling off. Without any hesitation, the Callahan walked over to the pile of burnt materials intending to cut right through it. Ray ended up pausing though as he took a glance over it all.
No. A blink snapped him back to reality before a whirlwind of flashbacks and emotions could take over his mentality. Now wasn't the time to get caught up. After taking a step in his intended direction, Raymond abruptly paused again. It felt like something was pulling him . . telling him to look again. His scan over the burnt property was quick until he found what seemed to be keeping him from moving. A small, engraved metal box with burn marks all over it was hidden just below the wooden plank the drunk man kicked.
"Carry on," Raymond nodded toward the ocean waiting for Annabel and Azalea to look in that direction before "magically" swiping up the box as he turned. After a few more steps, the group was at a good point where they could see the docks from a distance. The ships were in the same place for the most part. Now he just had to quickly figure out a tactic.
His hazel gaze darted around the area in silence, catching sight of all the people, obstructions, Alberti guards, ships, and extra resources around them. Within a few more moments, Ray smirked like the drunkard scenario didn't just happen.
. . . He had a plan.
"Annabel, tell Bax to grab the sailing row boat positioned second from the right at the dock and sail southeast parallel to the shore till the edge ends. Afterwards, retrieve group C and accompany them along their assigned route to Bax's ship," Raymond diverted his gaze from the ocean to the other Ezerisian, "Every able person is to help Bax row out of sight from the docks. Azalea and I will bring the ship to you."
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Baxter was pushing the metal container to the shipping yard when he heard the prisoner's chains drop. Without warning, he quickly sprinted and pushed the prisoner's box toward group B's assigned location. "If she gets out, fight," Baxter huffed using all his might to rush the container into the area with all the other metal crates. It didn't matter if they screamed, or if others heard them fight since brawls happened all the time in Ezeris. All that mattered was that no one else saw what was going on between who.
"Surround her!" Baxter commanded his group members as the guards encircled the container first. Meanwhile, the rebel leader looked around and grabbed a metal container. It didn't help that the rain decreased his grip around the object he was trying to shift. Bax's pure intention was to readjust the crates to block the scene from any wandering eyes. The rest of the group just had to watch over the prisoner.
With another push, Bax managed to get the crate where he wanted to be prior to running off to the second one.
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