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For a large man he was unusually stealthy, his armor left upstairs, and only a large dagger was in his belt sheath (well small for him, most men would have considered it a rather short shortsword) he quietly slipped out the window, so as to not bother the innkeeper, or any late coming travelors.
dropping from the window lightly to the unfinished rooftop of the lower level, Morguerat saw a faint light, he shied away from it and snuck around the building to the side nearest the creek. Grasping the dagger and sheath in one hand, he jumped down, rolling as he struck. Then without waiting to see if he had been heard he slipped off toward the creek, stripping off his tunic and moccasins as he prepared to take a dip in the slow moving current.
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