All quiet.
The fires are covered at Donington. The hayward sleeps beside his horn.
A stealth heist game. England, 1347.
You run six thieves for hire: a knight, an archer, a clerk, an alewife, a pardoner and a sapper, modelled on the Folvilles, Leicestershire gentry who robbed and murdered their way through the 1320s and 30s and were mostly pardoned for it.
Each job is one manor, starting with the real thirteenth-century hall at Donington-le-Heath. By the Statute of Winchester (1285), every man who hears the cry must drop his work and chase the thief. So the village is the alarm. Be gone before it sounds.
“Of the company that robbed the granary at Donington in the year before the great dying, I have three accounts. They agree on nothing but the horn.”
The hue is raised. One letter when there is news. Nothing else.