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Aviene and Co. sat crowded around a small table in an upstairs room of some well-known tavern, planning. They had left the brothel shortly after Athenril, Aviene, and Bethany were dragged kicking and screaming apart from each other. Having a fight in a whore-house with a dozen or more people placing bets on who was going to get hurt the most was not a positive experience. Staying there while trying to plan probably wasn't the best idea.
"Alright, so we hide behind the crates over here by the front entrance", Aviene pointed to a crude drawing of a pile of boxes," while Athenril and Zev split up and find a back entrance. First one to find it hoots twice like a barn owl and makes their way back to the crates. We wait for the other to come back and then" Aviene motioned to Zevran to take over, seeing as he had come up with this part of the plan.
"Aviene walks in the front entrance, pretending to be there to pay the ransom. While she goes in front, we sneak in back," Zevran gestured for Athenril to take over speaking.
"And we take out any guards in the back, find our way to the holding room, sneak up to the captives, cut their ropes, and prepare for a super epic bloody battle out in the main room. And we keep our eyes open for any chests full of gold." Aviene took over again.
"Then, you will join me in front and we stab, kill, kill."
Just then, a man with an oversized sword entered the room. He looked around the room and his eyes rested on Aviene. His eyes narrowed and he hissed a few words
"The Crows sent me to make sure you were alone. I guess you aren't. I'll just have to dispatch of them for the boss." Aviene sighed.
"Yes this is just what I needed, a bar fight with some random Crow mercenary. Oh well, I guess this is all part of the fun." Aviene leapt on him with razor speed, remembering an old trick Isabela taught her. "Somebody open this door!" she shouted, and the door swung open almost immediately. She scratched at the man's eyes with her surprisingly well manicured fingernails, forcing him to keep stepping backwards if he didn't want his eyeballs to be slashed into small puddles of goo. He started to realize what was happening, and tried to make his way back down the hallway, but Aviene was having none of it. Then, with a brutal roundhouse kick to the jaw, the mercenary tumbled backwards down the stairs in a flurry of little squirts of blood from his cheek. The whole tavern seemed to go into an uproar after that. Patrons shouted "Fight! Fight! Fight!" and placed bets on who would win. Most of these bets naturally went to Aviene, seeing as this man was bleeding all over the place and she wasn't even breathing hard. She was obviously toying with him. She would let him think he had finally weakened her, she would even pretend to fall to the ground, and then come back into the fight twice as deadly as before. Finally, after wearing him down for maybe five minutes, she grabbed his head and slammed it down on the bar counter with a bone-sickening crush. It was quite obvious who had just won here. Aviene smiled at the bartender.
"Four drinks please." She dug two sovereigns out of the dead mercenary's pocket and handed it to the bartender. "Keep the change."