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[throughtrialbyfire]

excerpt from the upcoming chapter 13 of Cycle of the Serpent, because i'm having fun with this fic

The moment he'd gotten back from speaking with Lydia, a plan had formed in their mind. They told his friends that he was going to be in the castle, about the fighting lesson, and Emeros had commented that it sounded like a good idea. He seemed eager to see if Lydia's training was going to benefit the youngest of the group, and Athenath had cracked a joke about tussling with old friends back in Anvil, just wanting to be sure he could defend himself on the road, was all. But when everyone's eyes were on other people, Athenath took the chance. He rose from their seat by the fire, and toed to the door. Wyndrelis turned. They locked eyes. Athenath grinned, shrugged, and headed out into the night. Monitoring the guards carefully, their torches grasped in gauntlet-clad hands, Athenath drew in a breath of the fresh, warm air that permeated the city. Belethor was locking up, and Athenath scurried to the shadows, ensuring the Breton didn't see them. Belethor pushed the door open to the Bannered Mare, striding inside. Athenath crept slowly into the dark, pressing his spine against a wall as a guard patrolled by, torch flickering in the night. Secunda and Masser were in opposites, wax and wane, and the stars hurried behind thin, wispy clouds that seemed to blot out the light. When the timing came to them, they slipped to the back of the shop. Wrapping their hand around the handle and feeling it stiff beneath him, they knew with certainty now that it was locked. That had never been a problem before, though. He plunged a hand into their pocket. Lockpicks. A true friend.