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Cutty's got a job for me. Get Bafford's scepter Guards guard the front door. But there is a better way. The wellhouse in back. One guard guards this way. But he'll not be a problem. My blackjack loves guards... I'm at the front gate. They talk about the bear pits. I am unnoticed. I sneak through the streets. I pass a humming peasant. I find the wellhouse. The fool guard is drunk! I take his key from his belt. I open the door. I drop down the well. I head down to the storeroom. I sneak past two guards. I climb the staircase, Go through the servant's quarters. I sneak through the halls. I put out torches, Pick up some loot as I go: Some vintage red wine, A nice diamond ring, A golden vase, maybe two, Piles of gold coins, The guards' last paycheck, (They are working against me.) I snatch a fat purse They never notice. The kitchen is my next stop, Even thieves need food. I eat and move on, I climb and descend some stairs, I head down a hall. Here's the library I wonder if he reads them Or if it's just for show? I hide in the hall, I snag a key off a guard, Go to the next room. A guard's in the room. The stupid man turns around! I blackjack the guard. There is a throne room. How pretentious can you get? Sometimes I wonder. I take the scepter. I go back the way I came. I find a closed gate. I flip the red switch. I run and yells follow me. They're are far too late. |
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