Chapter 95: The trap (1/2)
It didn't take too long until Lily found the specified building in the depths of this shady section of the city. She was standing a few blocks away on the flat rooftop of a dull-looking building.
Looking at the run-down building that had an eagle crudely smeared on the side with dark red paint, she had an uneasy feeling about all of this. Something felt out of place. The building wasn't that large, and from all the carnage the thugs have caused and the fear they have put into the locals, Lily found it hard to believe that such a small shack was supposed to be the headquarters of a powerful group.
Only a solitary musclehead, a bald tall guy wearing a simple black sleeveless shirt and light brown linen trousers that reached only to his shin. His barren feet that were sploshing in the muddy ground. The 'guard' or hired muscle was the only force Lily could spot even after carefully sneaking around several times.
”Well, whatever, I am not taking any chances. His friends may be out or waiting somewhere nearby… I'm not taking any chances.” she mumbled to herself as she placed an arrow to her already prepared bow.
After a brief moment with her target in her crosshair, she steadied her breathing as her mother taught her back then. Briefly holding it in, she released the string and watched as it whooshed through the air only to submerge into the temple of the stiff guard with a soft crack, followed by a louder splash as he collapsed into the mud.
”One down…” Lily mumbled. She didn't move at all but was carefully monitoring her surroundings, looking for signs of activity.
Minutes passed in quick succession, but there was no reaction from anywhere, making Lily increasingly more confused about this entire situation.
”Really? Only one guy? I may not be the brightest, but I'm sure there's more hiding. Well, if I want to free Mr. and Mrs. Norton, it looks like I have to walk into the lion's den.” she remarked as she agilely jumped off the flat rooftop.
Silently landing on her feet, she warily approached the deceased guard. Seeing that the arrow was no longer usable, as the arrowhead was buried deeply in his skull, Lily snapped the shaft, then placing it back to her quiver, she left towards the closed wooden door.
There were no windows that could give her an idea of the dangers that lurked beyond this closed door. There were no sounds that she could listen to. The only information Lily had, was that somewhere inside Mr. and Mrs. Norton and the rest of the group of these thugs were waiting for her.
Grabbing the doors rusty lever, she cautiously pushed it down, and slowly pushed on it. As the door slowly creaked open, Lily noticed a long set of stairs going down underground. At the end of the arduously long and battered stairway was another door. That one however was painted black and was made of some sturdy material.
The only source of light was what could reach from the outside, and with the door also painted this way, Lily couldn't tell what material they used, not that it really mattered.
At around eye level, there was a slide on the door, that Lily only noticed once she arrived in front of it. She left the door open so the tiny sliver of sunlight could give her a bit of vision. Although it also increased the risk she is taking, it was still better to see where she was going than going into enemy territory completely blind.
As soon as she arrived in front of the black door, the slide pulled to the side and a pair of dark brown eyes looked at her. Soon, a raspy voice came from behind.
”Took you long enough…”
Immediately, Lily snapped at the obvious taunt.
”YOU! LET THEM GO!”
”Tsk, tsk… if you want to reunite with the old hag and his whimpy husband, you will have to follow the boss' orders. First, put down your bow and quiver to the side and leave it there. If at any point we think you are hiding any weapons, you can probably guess what will happen to them.” The owner of the pair of eyes snarkily commented. Then looking at how Lily growled but still complied, he followed-up.
”Good. If you continue being an obedient little pet, everybody will be happy, and nobody has to get hurt.”
The slid closed up, and a moment later the black door opened up, revealing a dimly lit entrance. The walls looked as if it was carved out from the earth, and with only a single torch burning, there wasn't much light, giving the entire entrance an eerie vibe.
An average man with short, almost non-existent hair, the owner of the dark brown eyes, were looking at her with a smirk plastered on her scruffy face. Pointing to the intersection just a few steps ahead of them, he spoke.
”Turn to the right and follow along until you reach the end of the hallway. There will be another unmarked wooden door. You can enter without knocking, everyone is already waiting for you. If you wander around, know that we will know.���
Gritting her teeth, she silently walked by the man and ignored him. She knew that she had to comply, at least until she learned the situation and could come up with a plan.
Arriving at the intersection she looked as the corridor split into two routes, one going to the left and one to the right. Both looked exactly the same, the same carved walls, with sparsely placed torches on the wall. Thanks to her eyesight granted by her elven heritage, even with only every third torch being lit, her vision wasn't lacking in the slightest.