Well, Thats One Way To Keep Secrets

--- My rat Jaxon in his first log. Jaxon is an evil rat that works and spies for Coldclaw, not that anyone knows ICLY..enjoy---

-SOMEWHERE IN THE WOODS NORTH OF THE BRIDGE-

Coldclaw paces as he is near a rat, another ferret and a couple weasels.

“So what we looking for boss?” A rat asks.

About this time another rat shows up, he is small as he walks up “A lone trade beast that’s what.” The small rat states in a calm voice.

Coldclaw grins “Well Jaxon so nice to see you again, did you find out much on your visit with Ferravale or the abbey?” He waits on a reply as he once more looks at the road from where they are in the woods.

Jaxon simply nods, “Yeah yeah. Well Marek is in Ferravale, not sure where he is staying and I have yet to really go to Redwall but I do know some scouts have been looking around Mossflower and that’s slowing some since we have been lazy lately.

Coldclaw smirks, “Lazy is good, it gives off a sense that all is well and they will stop looking, we also have yet to rob any beasts in the past couple weeks, as much as I would love too.”

Artie is out for a walk, a long walk, to think when he hears the voices of the vermin and quickly goes to hide and watch them from behind a tree.

Bramblefur comes from around a tall tree and chuckles, “Is that your plan to stay low yes?”

Jaxon shrugs and pulls out a dagger when he sees Bramblefur.” Seems we have an intruder here. Any instructions sir?” He asks Coldclaw.

Coldclaw holds up a paw” It is only the Assassin from the guild, perhaps we can talk as help you out. Help you be on the correct side as I can help your guild do so much and make sure it stays hidden. I mean think of the wonders and even riches of getting away with more and what has any beast in the village done for you? I offer more, a chance to kill a couple powerful beasts”

Artie frowns as goes to back up and steps on a twig as it breaks he gasps and quickly covers his mouth and tries to stay very still.

Bramblefur folds his paw over his chest “I am listening, yes?” He then flicks his ear and nods to what at first appears to be no one but then a shadow is heading towards the otter and reaches for him.

Jaxon readies himself for a fight if it’s needed; he also heard the twig snap and grips a dagger in each paw.

Coldclaw growls low as he looks around. He stays focused and alert, “We have another guest it seems.”

Artie eeps loudly as he is grabbed and forced towards the group “Unhand me; release me I say I am nothing more than a simple music loving sea otter!”

Bramblefur looks the sea otter over “I have seen this one, he visits the abbey but is not a for sure abbey beast.” He walks over and searches the otter for anything of value or notes maybe.

Artie doesn’t have much. He has his lute and flute, and a few silver coins. In a box he has a simple silver ring with a very small diamond on the top. He struggles “Not the ring that’s for Silverstorm. I..I..I plan to ask her to marry me but she seemed…she didn’t let me ask last night when I got the box out and just walked away. You can have all my other things but not that please I beg you” He shivers “I..I just want to go, no trouble I won’t..”

Jaxon keeps the daggers in his paw “Should I kill him Coldclaw, it’s hard to say what he heard”

Coldclaw looks at the otter and smirks, he goes to lift his chin in his paw, “Oh possible rejection. I am sorry but I think everything belongs to Bramblefur now and your right Jaxon he was listening to us it would seem.” He looks at the sea otter “I can tell if one lies, they get nervous.”

Bramblefur pockets the items and hands the flute and lute to a fox beside him and looks at the sea otter over, “This one be singer..” He looks at Coldclaw, “Be killing whom?”

Jaxon nods “Yes he can’t be released.”

Artie shivers and frowns “Please I won’t say anything to no beast, I promise and I will keep this promise. I promise to not tell any beast of your plans.”

Coldclaw narrows his eyes and then a cruel smirk forms on his lips. “I know you won’t sir otter” He looks at Bramblefur, “ Jion us and you will see. I also know a much better base for your Assassin and Thiefs guild who needs a controlling chieftain or some fool fox from the abbey saying what you can and can’t do. We even have a blacksmith, a hedgehog starting to make weapons and armor and repair some, it’s been slow but it’s doing well as it has something to look forwards to, its life.” He looks at the otter again and Bramblefur, “Kill the otter, release him from life”

Jaxon stays off to the side, he has yet to put the daggers away.

Bramblefur walks over to the otter as he draws his blade.

Artie frowns “Please…no. I..I won’t tell any beast anything.”

Coldclaw waits to see if Bramblefur will do as he asks, he stays alert and a paw at his own longsword just in case.

Jaxon looks on, curious but clearly itching for a fight.

Bramblefur is an assassin, but he does have some heart it would seem as he speaks softly, “I know you won’t tell any beast sir otter” He relaxes and it would seem he won’t kill the sea otter and then he quickly stabs the otter in the chest, where his heart is. The otter may feel pain but it would be quick.

Artie watches as the wildcat relaxes and this allows him to relax and not be so tense, but it only lasts a mere moment as the blade enters his heart. The shock that he was stabbed prevented any pain to register and by the time it could of he had already made his way into the dark forest as he slumps forwards.

Bramblefur catches the sea otter and picks him up “I will bury otter by a willow tree, if asked where otter went or if seen him, I can simply state he had to go..home”

Jaxon shows little emotion as he watches.

Coldclaw smiles coldly as this has satisfied him, “Well I see you have joined us, welcome Bramblefur. We have much to talk of after you take care of the otter, come “

Bramblefur buries the otter but he doesn’t mark a grave, he then follows Coldclaw and the ferret’s men to where ever it is they are going.

Jaxon keeps an eye on the path behind them and uses a branch to erase their footpaw prints, no trace of anything is left behind.