10-23-2017, 08:02 PM
Phil wasn’t entirely sure why he’d been asked to stay outside of Helgen. He knew Spencer was the better thief of the two and could easily pull off the spy act, while Phil was the brute here. Still, it confused him as to why he had to stay here, as opposed to going inside the military town as backup. He knew Spencer was sly and could handle himself in a pinch, but he was also alone, and there was a chance that he could slip up.
Currently, Phil was pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. It wasn’t like there was much of anything TO steal here, but Spencer had insisted, and Phil was always game for something new to do. Especially if that something new involved anything shiny. He looked up midst-mutter, noting that he wasn’t alone. There was a woman standing not too far off from where he was. She wasn’t looking at HIM though, she was staring at something past him. With a frown, he turned to follow her gaze, only to casually move off the road. He didn’t want to get run over by a bunch of Imperials with carts. It’d be even worse if said Imperials actually decided he was suspicious enough to arrest him. He hoped that wasn’t the case.
“Morning,” Phil said with a nod. He backed up a few more steps, again casting his glance toward the Breton woman. There was something about her that stood out, and he couldn’t quite place it.
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Spencer sat inside the inn. He wasn’t in a dark corner, he was out in the open, encouraging the bard to sing while Spencer drank mead. He was eyeballing the location, trying to keep a mental note of where everything was, so he could come back later this evening and perhaps find where the inkeeper stored the lock box. That’s what Spencer REALLY wanted. He’d heard that since Helgen was an Imperial town, a lot of money would be stored there. Enough to set him and Phil up for quite a few months, at least. They’d be able to settle in Whiterun and live comfortably there.
However, it wasn’t until he noticed movement coming from some dimly lit corner that Spencer set his flask down. He tuned out the bard as he studied this -- man? Yeah, it had to be man, because he was entering the more brightly lit area of the inn. Spencer couldn’t tell what this man was doing, but the rest of the patrons were acting off too. The barkeep was no longer serving drinks, patrons were gathering up their belongings and heading for the main door.
Spencer got up to follow them, wanting to know what the fuss was about. He followed one patron outside while still trying to keep an eye on this particular man. He couldn’t watch for long, because Spencer was now aware that a couple of carts full of Stormclloak prisoners were arriving, and now his thoughts were of Phil. He’d stupidly left Phil outside, and there was no way Spencer could know that it was probably asking for trouble.
He began pushing his way out of the inn and toward the front gate, where HOPEFULLY, Phil was still waiting. They didn’t need to be at Helgen anyway.
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