“Deinosuchus, Drakkon, I’ve got a job for you two. Something a little more delicate this time.”
Deino cocked his head ready for anything before looking over to Master Green Turtle.
“Delicate, huh? Not exactly my specialty, but go on.”
Herman smirked.
“There’s an artifact, rare and valuable. Belongs to one of these locals, but they’ve refused every generous offer I’ve made. Religious reasons, they said. Too many religious nuts here. I want it, plain and simple. Your job is to take it... and I should add quietly. No drawing attention to me or the operation. Got it? This isn't some herder out in the boonies this time.”
Deino nodded a few times slowly trying to hide his frustrationn as Harmen left.
“Quiet ain’t exactly my style, but I’ll scope the guy out and see what’s what and report back Master Green Turtle!”
Deino spent the next few hours blending into the town as best as a nearly seven-foot-tall crocodilian could. He lingered near stalls, chatted up vendors, and kept an eye on the islander Herman had described. Deino noted that the man never let it out of his sight, even when he stopped to talk to others. At one point, the islander ducked into a modest home at the edge of town.
“Hmm... Looks like he’s keepin’ it close. Probably only takes it off when he's sleeping. Why did it have to be a broach? Didn't know men wore those. This ain’t gonna be easy.”
Later that evening, Deino returned to find Drakkon.
“Master Green Turtle. This one’s tricky. Guy’s got the artifact on him all the time, and I ain’t exactly built for sneakin’ around. So, what d’you think? How should we go about this? You’re better at all this tactical stuff. I’m thinkin’ maybe I cause a distraction while you go grab it? Or you got somethin’ smarter in mind? It's getting dark so maybe he'll be asleep soon too.”
WC: 393
TWC: 393