After getting a couple tankers of ale, a bowl of stew, and a lot of gossip about what had been going on in Pigeon Spit Andrew’s maid, a tall proper Elf of a woman arrived with two guards to collect him from the tavern. He had come to a belief that the woman liked him to feel uncomfortable. It also felt like he was being placed under arrest. 

She took his arm and reminded him that he had people to see today. They had found him a house, of sorts, to stay in. When she started to describe it, he knew the place. It was one of the old Golden Tooth’s hide outs. He walked the rooms as the Captain fetched the carpenter to patch the roof in sports and to plan the repairs that would be needed.  

The negotiation started, 9 silver, as the carpenter was working on other pressing projects. His name was Patmor and he looked a lot like his father. When the negotiations were done, Andrew had negotiated the price to 4 gold including all the materials and four helpers. The main work on the roof and walls would be done in the next day or two, repairing doors, windows and shutters would a couple weeks. 

“The downstairs rooms should be dry enough if it rains, your Grace,” the carpenter said. Andrew thought about the number of times the carpenter’s father had chased him off with a switch and wanted to laugh. 
“And the house is stable,” the man continued, “My grandfather built it with his own hands.” The pride was beaming in his voice. 

Andrew’s gear was moved into one of the back rooms. There was a fireplace and a small storage room and shuttered windows. Andrew knew the rooms well. One of the boards near the edge of the wall could be pressed then slid to reveal a hiding space where Andrew stored his treasures. He opened it to find a short sword and a dagger that he stole from a sea captain’s quarters while he was entertaining one of the dock maids. There had been a reward offered for their return. A couple small red and blue gems were in the handle and scabbards. The weapons were not worth much but the bragging rights were. 

He and his friends had made a bet not about the theft, but about the girl. He laughed thinking about the sword and dagger being with the girls clothes. He had grabbed the bundle and made his escape, proof that he had seen all of her. He had returned her clothes after the bet was won and received a slap a cross the face so hard his teeth were loose for a couple days.

Next he pulled out his old thieves tools. Then lay on the cot, examining his old treasures.