3 Klarmont - Hot trod

 As the young warrior leapt to his feet, he looked around. The orator was not in the one-room house which looked like no one actually lived there. A trapdoor in one corner of the room suggested to Broneslav that this was a secret entrance for the Veiled Society. They already had form for liking digging tunnels so it would not surprise him.

The trapdoor swung open easily. He took a quick look and then dropped through it, landing easily ten feet below. No one faced him or sought to stop him. Far down the passage below, a light bobbed, obviously carried by the troublemaker. Broneslav sprinted in pursuit, stumbling a little in the dark. However, he reached the end of the tunnel without incident. A ladder led upwards to another trapdoor that was just closing.

He launched himself up the ladder. At the top, the trapdoor resisted his initial attempt to open it. He took a deep breath, braced himself and then shoved harder. It flew open with a huge thud as it hit the ground. Broneslav agilely rolled up and through the trapdoor to face the rabblerouser he was chasing. The man froze in the act of trying to drag a chest towards the trapdoor.

The orator's hovel

Breathing hard from his sprint, Broneslav launched himself at the man. His iron-hard muscles pounded the slippery character to the ground and pinned him there. The man looked terrified, but there was nothing he could do. Broneslav was just too strong for him.

With space to think, the young hero looked around. He was in another one-room house like the one he had just been in. Clearly a way for the Veiled Society to cross the city without encountering the watch. There was no one else there, so the youthful warrior fixed his captive with a steely gaze that had seen more death in just a few months than most saw in a lifetime. The man recognised the danger he was in and started babbling his confession even before Broneslav could do anything.

"It was the Veiled Society! They paid me to do it," he blurted out, "Here, take the money, It's in my pouch. Just don't kill me, please!"

Broneslav ignored the offer of cash. He had enough of his own not to worry about a bit more just yet.

"Tell me more!" he growled.

"I don't know a lot. I just went to the meetings and was told to stir up some trouble. I don't know who anyone else is. Everyone wears robes and hoods. I couldn't even tell you how many are human. Look, if you want to find out more, the meetings are at the Blue Water Mead Hall on the waterfront. We are due to meet tomorrow night. There's a secret entrance just round the corner. You can find the others there. Might even catch Zachariah Boestes and Akarios the Shipwright there. They're the ones that killed Lucia Vorloi. I had nothing to do with that."

Broneslav grunted. Yes, he would go there on the morrow. He did not mention that one of these men was already in captivity. But first, he needed to deliver this man to the Tribune. This was a threat against his city and he would not permit this Veiled Society to destroy things.