<strong>Safehouse at Jon's Quality Leathers</strong><br/><br/>The storeowner, Jon, disappeared for a bit, then came back with a large pitcher of beer and several mugs.  He set them on one of the tables in the room, his disapproving frown eventually smoothing out as Fenris came in.  Apparently the ranger had something of a reputation, even here.  Jon seemed more at ease after seeing him.<br/><br/>"Help yourself.  Basic stuff's already been paid for, after all.  And good beer is definitely something that should be considered basic.  Also, I got a message by a runner a while back from our mutual acquaintance that he'll be running a bit late, and to get started without him.  There are several maps that we've managed to procure, as well as a few other interesting pieces of information here."<br/><br/>Jon went to an oaken chest next to one table, and lifted out several maps, which after being unrolled by him depicted the block of the Noble's Quarter surrounding Keep Leonid, the target Keep of their operation in a few day's time.  These were laid on the table next to the other paperware already there.  There were several markings of the map, in Asleod's small and neat handwriting.  They seemed to mostly point out guard posts and a couple of possible entry points to the cellars and surrounding sewers, with his reasoning written next to it.<br/><br/><em>If the vault is deep beneath the Keep, it must have several exits to upper levels, which means it should be possible to get in either via the cellar or via the surrounding sewers.  It's just a matter of finding those exits.</em><br/><br/>There was also an ominous marking on a building on the fringes of the block, several houses from the Keep.<em>Inquisitor's chapterhouse</em>, it read.<br/><br/><strong>Red Stone Alchemy</strong><br/><br/>Largo smiled ingratiatingly, and swiftly made the coins disappear, and started to speak in his squeky voice afterwards.<br/><br/>"The meeting place is a few blocks over, at the 'Olde Wylde' tavern.  Ya know the place, yeh?  I've a few other tidbits as well..."<br/><br/>The little man told Alexander a few things of consequence, or perhaps not.  It would be for him to judge, as was often with informants.  After closing his shop, Alexander made good time to the tavern mentioned by Largo.  As usual, he kept a careful eye out.<br/><br/>Inside the tavern, there was mostly empty at this time of the day.  The innkeeper behind the counter raised his head for a bit, noticed Alex and looked him up and down, before grunting something silently and pointed his thumb over his shoulder at a door set in a half-shadowed corner of the main lobby.  Behind the door, well-lit stairway went down at a steep angle, eventually leading to metal-reinforced solid oak door, with even an eye slit.  After Alex banged on the door, the eye slit slid open, and someone regarded him for a while, and apparently asked someone else instructions.<br/><br/>Eventually the door swung open, and Alex saw the doorman.  He was rather large.  Huge, in fact.  His head seemed to constantly brush against the cealing.  He was completely bald, had no hair on his head at all as it was, and had a sunken, piercing stare.  His shoulders were like a prize bull's as well, bulging under his plain vest.  Those arms and the large spiky club hanging from his belt definitely gave the impression he was a really nasty piece of business.  After he moved out of the way, Alex saw the rest of the room.  There were a few other cutthroat types lounging there on wooder chairs, sharpening their implements.  There were also door, three of them in fact.  Set against the back wall, the leftmost was slightly ajar.  The near-giant doorkeeper raised a hand, and pointed towards that door.<br/><br/>"And you know the rules, no talkin' ever what goes on here, to anyone.  Or your neck gets smashed."<br/>Even the doorkeeper's voice was like grinding gravel against a whetstone.<br/><br/>After meeting with the underworld chiefs, Alexander had gotten a deal where he could pawn off anything valuable they managed to acquire, as well as trade for supplies as things went on.  On his way back to his store, he noticed two different tails following him, but neither seemed to be too keen on following into his shop, especially after he chucked a bomb towards one of them as something of an afterthought.