Springing the Trap
Feb 20, 2014 7:07:26 GMT -5
Post by Sir Darton de Lac on Feb 20, 2014 7:07:26 GMT -5
The intelligence gathered gave the knights all that they needed to close in on their quarry and with the blessing of the Triad, apprehend him before he was able to make good his escape from Demeria. The Court was on the move, he knew thanks to a message sent from the lake, making it imperative that they achieve their goal to await the arrival of the Kings in the city of Twinport. The Duke, resident in his city presently, had been alerted to the plan and the use of his cells requested to hold their prisoner once capture was accomplished.
Waiting on the docks for the disowned Prince to make his appearance, Darton was armed but not visibly. He took care to look like just another dock-worker, toting and lifting bales, crates and the like as if he were one of the crew. It had been easy enough to persuade the captain of the ship Nikolai intended to board to allow them to pose as members of the crew. A small pouch of silver coins ensured the man's cooperation and two sets of sailor's duds for both knights. Darton was disinclined to leave much to chance, though he hoped Christopher would forgive him the ruse.
A watchful eye was kept on the bustling quay, the better to observe the man's approach. The plan was a deceptively simple one, open to adaptation depending on how the situation unfolded. The two were of like mind - no plan survived the initial sortie, they both had cause to know. Much hinged on their information paying out and Nikolai trusting he was unobserved. Once they had him in sight, once he was ready to board, they could move.
Waiting was a test of patience, the work mindless drudgery but it kept him calm as he handed off another crate to the waiting boatswain. The man had needed a few coins as well, but Darton considered it a worthwhile investment. As he noted movement at the head of the dock, he sent a look at Christopher. Was that their man?
Sir Christopher de Winter, Lord Daven St. Claire