(GIF ISN'T MINE, CREDITS TO THE OWNER)
The heist had been successful. The crew was currently back in the pub. Sitting at the bar looking as Kaz rolled out the blueprint of the Little Palace.
They gazed at it for a while. Sabo couldn't see any entrance, Arken had been right.
Arken was sitting with them but he wasn't looking at the blueprint. He was watching the stage where the performers were perfected their act as a hawk. As if he was expecting something new to happen.
"What about..." Jesper prompted, pointing at one of the rooms.
"No," Inej said as she pointed to the room next door. "Look."
"Oh." Jesper said, his eyes scanning the pages again, searching for anything he may have missed. Sabo couldn't see shit. Everything appeared closed up and guarded. But so had the Ice Court.
"How about this hallway?" Inej asked, pointing at the first floor.
"No go." Jesper said, he had been considering it before. He pointed towards the tower. "See? Guard tower."
"There's no way in." Inej hissed, looking up from the blueprint.
"And no way out." Jesper stated.
"Well, I thought this plan might not work." Arken said absentmindedly.
Sabo looked up at him annoyed. "Oh shut the hell-"
A loud thud rang through the pub. Sabo and the crew looked behind them, immediately alert until they saw one of the performers laying on the floor. The red silk on top of her. Arken took a sip of his beer.
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The next day Kaz, Inej, Jesper, and Sabo were sitting at the bar. Sabo gave Inej one of the delicacies she had bought from the bakery. Inej thanked her.
"Got any plans up your sleeve?" Inej asked before taking a bite. Kaz shot her a glance before staring in front of him absently.
"I mean, Kribirsk isn't the worst," Jesper remarked. "We can open up a bar. Brew East Ravkan beer for the Westerners?"
"Shut up, Jesper." Kaz and Inej told him.
Jesper took a sip of his drink. "I miss Milo." He whined. Sabo looked around them.
"Speaking about Milo, where is he? I thought he would stay in the pub."
"He stays at the owner's home, lucky bastard."
Arken walked up to them.
"Friends." He exclaimed. A long-haired man stood behind him, his face red and puffy as if he had been crying.
"What are you so cheery about?" Kaz asked the man annoyed before observing the guy behind him.
"This is Marko," Arken said as he laid his hand on the man his shoulder. "Marko is the leader of the traveling troupe known as the Pomdrakon Players." Kaz lifted an eyebrow at Arken. "They have been invited to perform in this year's winter fete."
Sabo glanced up at Marko, looking him up and down.
"A lifelong dream." Marko sniffled.
"A chance to get inside the Little Palace." Arken cried, pretending to wipe away a tear, He shot the crew a look. "But they lost their star performer due to an unfortunate freak accident."
Sabo thought back to last night, how the acrobat fell. "They are in desperate need of someone with the skills to replace their star performer."
Sabo looked at Arken. What was he up to? He was going to betray them one way or another, but how?
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The FlameKeeper - Kaz Brekker
Fanfiction"Just because you escape one trap, doesn't mean you will escape the next." Arabella Opjer's life has been a series of unfortunate events. If she had been born in Ravka, she'd been worshiped for her abilities. She was the FlameKeeper. A legend waitin...
