Nathaniel 'Creepster Hermit' Porter (techmech) wrote in emillion,
Nate grimaced. He wasn't exactly proud of it, but after this long, he couldn't say he was ashamed any more either. "Well, I could spend fifty or sixty gil a pop on good spellstone, and break it up myself, or I could get my hands dirty now and spend the gil on stuff I actually need." Like a mattress. Faram only knew that wooden floors made for painful nights.
"Something like that," Nate said, and grinned back. "Except it's a gas that'll make them fall over asleep, if the hit's close enough. So stay out of range." Normally he'd aim for their heads, but there was no way she'd get the timing right. At this strength, for anyone of normal height, it should at least make them too woozy to be any good at the chase.
They'd reached the kitchen door, and the flimsy wooden fencing that kept the refuse from spilling out into the street. "All right. This is a through street, so we can leg it pretty easy - flipside is, you'll need to stick close to watch both ends. There shouldn't be people just passing through, so hiss if you see anyone."