OOM: A Discworld funeral

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart lounges by the door to the inn, sipping a last cup of tea while waiting for 'Mr. Astaire' to turn up so he could follow him to the funeral.

He's got no idea what a funeral on the Disc would be like, what with polytheism and very real gods. So, after a pleasant and relaxing night (and brief jump from window to window, back and forth), now is probably the right time for business.

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[morethanprops]

They're both nervous and not used to having to sneak around but few people are on the streets.

Soon they've made their way to a small springhouse and Henry goes in first, pulling a chisel from his pocket.

[scots_wolf]

"Need a hand with that, or would you rather have me guard the door?" Urquhart asks.

[morethanprops]

John looks at him and says,

"Shh, guard the door."

Then they go inside and there's some banging.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart stands by the door, hidden in his black cloak, and slips a tiny mirror in his palm to casually, invisibly watch what is behind his back, in the little house.

[morethanprops]

The brothers tap various stones before finding the one they want and then use the chisel to get behind it.

Soon they're showing a cache with a chest in it and they open it up with a key Henry has.

Inside there are gems and coins, a tidy stash.

[scots_wolf]

Money that was hidden.

Not something out of the shop's running capital.

So less likely for them to be discovered and have a townful of angry people after them.

[morethanprops]

Quietly they argue before drawing out a handful of gold coins.

Then they close the chest and replace the stone.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart puts the mirror back into its hiding place, and otherwise doesn't move.

[morethanprops]

They step out from the Springhouse and press some gold coins into Urquhart's hand while Henry says,

"We should get back."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart bestirs himself, stretches, and follows them back towards the town proper.

[morethanprops]

The two brothers don't follow him to the inn instead turning into the shop to put away the money.

They've done all they're going to tonight.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart wishes them a good night and returns to the inn.

What reason is there to steal any of it if they will be handed the most of it tomorrow?

In the bar room, he looks around to see how things are doing -- where Harriet is, and where Moist is, and how many drunken people have passed out on the floor.

[morethanprops]

Harriet's in the kitchen resting her feet and Moist is upstairs as the bar gets rowdier.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart drops by the kitchen, getting himself a mug of tea generously spiked with whisky, making one for Harriet as he does so.

[morethanprops]

"Oh thank you, Hamish," She gives him a grateful smile as she sips the tea.

[scots_wolf]

"I best get upstairs," Urquhart says. "No idea when the banker will want me tomorrow to be guarded while he goes about his business."

He bends, kisses her cheek, and then takes his mug of hot tea with whisky upstairs.

This time, he thinks it better to quietly knock on Moist's door. Nobody is about, but if anybody came around the corner or up the stairs, he'd have a reason to talk to Moist now that they're officially associated.

[morethanprops]

Moist calls out, the strain of worry still in his voice, "Who is it?"

[scots_wolf]

"Me," Urquhart calls. "Hamish. I've got a question about tomorrow."

If anybody is listening -- all completely harmless.

[morethanprops]

"Oh?" He opens the door enough to put his head out and checks the hall.

[scots_wolf]

"The brothers said..." Urquhart says, stepping inside and pushing the door shut.

There had been nobody in the hall, anyway, but better to be safe.

"And here is some tea with whisky in for us to share," he finishes, when the door is firmly closed.

[morethanprops]

Moist tries not to laugh and instead takes the tea with a smirk, "Thank you."

[scots_wolf]

"There is money," Urquhart says. "Money to spare, from a cache, that they're not taking out of the shop. We can take what they have for us, and leave smoothly, with nobody the wiser and nobody after us, because nobody is affected except a hole in a wall."

[morethanprops]

"And they're also giving me some money from their inheritance so we should have a rather nice profit. I have the paperwork for them and then will say I need to leave to make sure their money flows properly with you to guard me."

[scots_wolf]

"Of course," Urquhart says. "Easy -- you need to invest the money in a bigger city. And if you ever want to return here, you just bring them fancy papers from those cities to show for your pains, which should not be hard to make."

[morethanprops]

"No, I've been working on them,"

His desk is covered with detailed forgeries of important looking papers.