(closed for Aiken and Aramaeus right now; if we open it up, will announce such and coordinate elsewhere)
Darlow Hatchett was a portly, balding rat, the tonsure formed around his bald patch a frazzled mess sticking up every which way. It made him inconspicuous, which was of benefit to the beast currently trailing him at a distance through the bustling warehouse district. It was a busy day in port, and the merchant had made an uncharacteristic personal trip down to the warehouses to pick up a delivery personally.
It was that tip that had come to the ears of the beast currently tailing him: that there was a merchant who always came personally to collect discretely wrapped packages from among his company's deliveries, always grabbing it a day before his own porters arrived for the rest. The dockpaw who gave the tip theorized that it was something salacious, perhaps evidence of an affair or a secret second family overseas. Most likely it was tabloid gossip fodder, but for the intrepid reporter following him, any lead was better than none.
Darlow Hatchett was a portly, balding rat, the tonsure formed around his bald patch a frazzled mess sticking up every which way. It made him inconspicuous, which was of benefit to the beast currently trailing him at a distance through the bustling warehouse district. It was a busy day in port, and the merchant had made an uncharacteristic personal trip down to the warehouses to pick up a delivery personally.
It was that tip that had come to the ears of the beast currently tailing him: that there was a merchant who always came personally to collect discretely wrapped packages from among his company's deliveries, always grabbing it a day before his own porters arrived for the rest. The dockpaw who gave the tip theorized that it was something salacious, perhaps evidence of an affair or a secret second family overseas. Most likely it was tabloid gossip fodder, but for the intrepid reporter following him, any lead was better than none.
