Swamped

Swamped Chapter 142 Page 12

“The more I think about it, the more sense it makes to slip past the group with the cage,” you conclude after a while. “Most likely, whatever’s in that cage is something they don’t want to let out. Which means it’s going to be their main focus.”

“They seemed to have only one member watching the cage,” Drip notes. “Though I did not have much time to observe.”

“Then maybe we can find a way to upset it. That might just refocus their attention.”

“The idea is sensible, but that raises a new question. How are we to do it? If we made noise, surely that would draw attention to us as well.”

“You’re right,” you say thoughtfully. “So it’d be for the best if somebody else made the noise for us. You said the group on the rooftops chased off some animals? About where was that?”

Drip smiles.

“I believe I see what you have in mind. Very well, follow me.”

He leads you down an alley. Then he pauses just before the end. He glances out, then motions to you to follow him. You run after him, and you find yourself in another alley. There’s a large cat rummaging through a trashbox, and a couple of talking lizards shouting at each other. It sounds like an argument, but it’s always hard to say with lizards. The cat doesn’t seem the slightest bit interested in either of them, though.

However, Drip seems concerned.

“I believe that one of the rooftop scouts caught a glimpse of us,” he says. “It will not be safe to take the same way back. Especially if the animals are not cooperative.”

Right. Well, it’s easy enough to carry the lizards, but you don’t know how quiet they’ll be. So you’ll need to think about how to get back to where you were.

1 thought on “Swamped Chapter 142 Page 12”

  1. Well, you’re only a block or two from the grand market. The stalls should all be closed up, assuming nobody’s prepping late for the festival, but they might provide some cover for you to backtrack.

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