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"Almost there." Akefia told his sister. The strange parade stopped outside a gate. "Who goes there?" Called the lookout. "It's me, Akefia." He called back to the man. "Oh." Akefia could imagine the look of shock on his face. "Open the gate!" The gate began to swing open.
"Come on." Neftis told the horses. "We're here."
After they were inside the gate sound exploded into their ears. 'Ah.' Akefia thought, 'The black market. What a place to be.'
Leading their prizes into the main yard, Akefia yelled, "WE'RE BACK!"
People quickly streamed into the yard, and began to gape in shock at the herd of horses. One man from the crowd walked up to Akefia. "You've out done yourself again sire. And you too my lady. You never give us a dull moment."
Neftis grinned at him. "We know."
Akefia clapped his hands. "Pick a horse an if you can afford its yours. But hands off the sand coloured mare and the white stallion."
The bargaining began.
Seti wandered over to the table. There were three people sitting there, two boys and a girl. "What a group you make." He commented. The three jumped and looked at him. Seti then realised where they were sitting. At the table in front of the fireplace, the King's table. One of them was sitting in the King's chair. Either they were really dumb or the reason they were so jumpy was because they were here to challenge him. Hiding a smile and made a mental note to tell Ramses. Good entertainment always brought a good crowd.
"So miss, why are you here?" He drawled, thinking that if his earlier assumption was correct, she was here to challenge The Lady.
"Me and my friends are here for a drink and a ...chat." She replied.
'Oh really.' Seti thought. "Well good evening to the three of you." He turned away and walked towards Ramses, thinking 'This is going to be fun.'
"We're good." Neftis told her brother. The two of them were trotting to Set's Claw. Both were carrying full purses at their belts
"I couldn't agree more." Her brother replied. "Though the evening could get better." He looked wistfully at the stars.
"I doubt anyone is going to volunteer to be a moving dartboard." She told her brother. He sighed. "I can always hope." Was the melancholy retort as the entered the inn yard.
"This is good stuff." Tristan declares, while on his fifth mug of ale. The look the other three shared clearly said, 'We're going to have to carry him back aren't we?" "We know the Tristan," Joey told him while nursing his second mug of the drink. He was doing an admirable job of restraining himself from drinking as much as Tristan. Unfortunately Tristan drunkenness was starting to affect Malik and Duke in different ways. Malik was beginning to eye up the serving wenches, while Duke was longing for a dice game.
Duke was the first to break the silence. (I mean the silence against the background noise of the inn.) "Is this trip strictly limited to drinking, or can we improvise?"
Malik scowled at him. "If you're allowed to improvise then so am I."
"I," Duke told him loftily, "am waiting for the opinions of my peers."
"Well then the answer is no." Malik growled at Duke.
"Guys," The squabbling duo looked at Joey. "we're staying here for ten more minutes. That's it. 'Cause Tristan is starting to annoy me."
The two others nodded; Tristan was starting to annoy most people. The door of the inn opened. They turned in their seats to look at it. In the doorway stood a boy about their age, but his presence seemed to command respect. His white hair stood out in the darkness of the inn and his brown eyes seemed to take in everything they saw. Behind him was a girl, her hair was black and braided with gold filigree. She was incredibly pretty. She surveyed the room with golden eyes. They were both wearing dun coloured cloaks. The contrasting pair headed towards the bar, with the whole room watching them.
"Ramses." Akefia called. The innkeeper was there instantly. They clapped each others shoulders in greeting. "Sire, my lady." He acknowledged them. "Before you order your drinks why don't you sit down and relax." Neftis started to get a bad feeling. "Fine." Akefia replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He turned and began to walk towards his table the stopped suddenly. "Neftis." He murmured. She followed his gaze. She smiled predatorily, and looked back to Ramses. She tossed him a velvet pouch. He caught it, and smiled gratefully. He was glad they were paying in advanced for the damage that was about to ensue to his inn. The pair swaggered over to the three sitting at the table by the hearth, their table. The three youths looked up. "You do know that you're in my seat don't you fool." The white haired thief drawled. The boy glared up at him. "Yes." He replied slowly. Akefia grinned evilly. "Then you know what's going to happen next, don't you." The King of Thieves unsheathed two daggers. "Yes." The boy also stood, following Akefia's lead by drawing two daggers of his own. "Oh goody." Akefia carolled as he swiftly lunged at the boy.
Joey grabbed the person closest to him. "Hey what's going on?" The man grinned. "That little upstart challenged the King of Thieves to a fight over the Throne. Who ever wins, is King."
"Great!" He yelled and, abandoning Tristan, he dragged Duke forwards. "Wait for me." Malik cried leaping after them.
Akefia felt like laughing. This guy had to be a newbie. It was going to be sooo easy. The boy's dagger darted towards Akefia's chest. The white-haired thief sidestepped and slashed open his opponent's left cheek. The boy stumbled back. Akefia waited and settled into a crouch. This was so much fun.
Neftis walked past the pair in combat and continued to the table. She walked behind the girl and smothered the urge to shout boo. "Hello miss." She said cheerfully, settling for the girl jumping and glancing up at her. "Who are you?" She demanded irritably.
"I," Neftis replied with an exaggerated bow, "am Neftis Queen of Thieves and you have just challenged me." The girl stared at her as if she were crazy. "Fortunately for you I have to wait until my brother has finished with your boyfriend. So I have one piece of advice for you." She leaned closer, "Run while you can." She whispered and, smirking, walked back into the crowd.
Malik couldn't help cheering. This fight was just so cool. "Go …um,um." He didn't know the guy's name. The black haired girl came to solve his dilemma. "His name is Akefia." She informed him. Malik quickly regained his composure. "Go Akefia. GO." The boy fighting had time to look back at him and then drawled, "Thanks for your support."
The battle was entering its final stages. Akefia knew it and his challenger knew it. He was starting to fight like a wild animal. He grabbed yet another chair and threw it the Thief King. Akefia dived at the boy and cut both of his opponent's calf muscles. The boy fell, completely crippled. Akefia kneeled next to him. "Now you die." He stated simply. A yell of anger split the air. The other boy threw himself at Akefia and stabbed his arm. Akefia roared in pain. "NO!" A voice yelled.
Neftis acted. Darting forwards she jumped, at the second attacker and, grabbing him, took him flying through the back door along with her. The crashed through the wooden door and landed in the inn yard. Akefia quickly gutted his first advisory and sped after his sister. The crowd followed him by bursting into the yard.
"How dare you." She spat at the boy. All thieves stuck with the traditional rules of fights for supremacy. And they were strictly one on one. This fool had just broken those rules, and would pay. Thieves they may be but they had a small amount of honour. Meanwhile Ramses winced at the remains of his back door. Seti put a hand on his shoulder. "Look on the bright side; at least they paid in advance." The innkeeper nodded, his face mournfully drawn. "Oh well," He sighed, "I suppose it could be worse."
Joey pushed his way to the front of the crowd. Duke elbowed his way to his side. "That was different" he commented,
"It's going to get better!" a voice yelled from a little behind him. Duke looked around, Marik had just emerged from the hordes of onlookers," Joey, where's Tristan?"
"Huh?" Joey exclaimed. He looked around, searching the seething multitudes for Tristan. "Oh, he's still drinking at the table I suppose. It's not like he's going anywhere.
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