Elissandre, the rusty guar barge, Odai river

As Beslyn came back, Elissande was looking at her dress with a somewhat dubious look. "I think I've figured a way to rip that thing a bit that will look accidental enough, and let me move in it. And probably let the miners oogle at some skin. Whoever taylored that thing obviously didn't expect the wearer do more than standing still and looking pretty.
Even my Temple dress is far more practical, it's well deisgned enough that I can actually run and fight in it and it's a centuries-old design...

But I'm babbling... I shall disembark some distance from the mine - I'd say south of it to let me figure out where it is. The question is, when should I show up ? Probably a few hours after you, at dusk would be the best. I will insist on staying safely inside until they're shipping a cargo to Balmora, pretending to be too scared to want to leave without an escort - which the mine won't be able to spare just for me.
This should give you enough time to probe the rooms while I keep he guards distracted with chatting and fainting when I remember that scary critter than chased after me. I'll describe a Nix Hound, something really nasty such as a kagouti wouldn't make for a credible escape."

[OOC : out for sleep]

OOC: seems Vels partner is not alive.

Balmora, Council Club

Vel walked into the small club. The loud noise of talk faded slowly as he walked down the stairs and they looked at him. He was used to the silence when he arrived. At first it annoyed him, but he learned to get over it. He walked across the bar floor entering the hallway and arriving at his small room. He opened the cupboard and pulled out his chitin armor and his short swords. He took off his coat and slid the armor on one peice at a time and buckled his belt wich held his swords on his waist. The armor was original, a bit faded after many close encounters but still held its own value in battle. After getiing his armor on he closed the doors of the cupboard and walked over to the bed pulling the matress up exposing a strap shoulder belt of small Silver daggers. each sheathed in loops, the strap holding atleast 8 daggers.

He slipepd the strap over his shoulder extending it across to the other side of his body strapping it to the belt. He dropepd the matress back on the the wooden frame and walked back out of the room and exiting the council club. Climbign the flight of steps up to the silt strider he tossed a small bag of coins at the strider master and boarder the large insectoids sattle. He leaned back in his seat relaxing waiting to reach suran and get the job over with.

OOC: After the first mission is complete, I will be a quest-giver in addition to Morty's character.

General Information

Name: Montrial Kiskauno
Alias: Boss Eides
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Age: 51
Birthsign: The Serpent
Class Information

Class Name and Description: Agent- Agents are operatives skilled in deception and avoidance, but trained in self-defense and the use of deadly force. Self-reliant and independent, agents devote themselves to personal goals, or to various patrons or causes.
Specialization: Stealth
Skills: Majors- Speechcraft, Sneak, Acrobatics, Light armor, Short blade. Minors- Mercantile, Conjuration, Block, Unarmored, Illusion.
Appearance

Height: 5'8 ft. (167 cm)
Weight: 155 lbs. (73 kg)
Apparent Age: Young; mid-twenties to humans.
Apparent Gender: Male
General Appearance: Relatively short and has dreadlocks, though despite that, he has no physical feature that makes him easy to distinguish from any other Dunmer commoner. He keeps it this way for a reason.
Standard Attire: Typical exquisite clothing of a Vvardenfell businessman. Usually dresses in darker, muted shades that would draw little attention.
Equipment

Armor: None
Weapon(s): Enchanted silver dagger (Poison/Paralyze)
Enchanted items: Various potions kept in storage.
Disposition

General Disposition: Views the Cammona Tong as an instrument of wealth and power, and everything else as an obstacle. In his mind, anything that furthers the power of the Tong is beneficial; anything that prohibits the organization's growth needs to be destroyed. As long as Hlaalu remains largely under the control of the Tong, it needs to be protected and encouraged to prosper. Also, he despises the Redoran with a passion and will engage in hostility with them even if it is not entirely rational to do so.
Disposition towards the Empire: Views the Empire as a needless distraction and interruption in the lives of Morrowind's inhabitants. Though he conducts business without discrimination, he views the Empire as a conglomerate of dictators, and thus he deeply opposes them in the back of his mind. He is not a radical in terms of overthrowing the Imperials, however.
Disposition towards the law: Views all people as inherently evil; his sense of morality revolves around the idea that men and elves alike will do whatever they can get away with to benefit themselves. As such, he sees the law as a mere obstacle to be bypassed, and not something to be respected or followed whenever it is efficient.
Religion: Worshipper and regular contributor to the Tribunal Temple.
Past Associations: Financier and negotiator for the Morag Tong over several years. Left on bad terms with the organization.

Mervs, Coordinator

"Your payment will be tendered upon completion of the task," he replied, somewhat annoyed by the accusatory nature of the question. "Hlaalu takes care of its own, that I can assure you, and you will be paid well. That assumes, of course, that you are successful and give us good information. The House does not have room for failures." Mervs thought perhaps appealing to the man's pride would get him going and on with his duties. Sometimes I think mercenaries just aren't worth the effort the Coordinator mused silently.

Artenell walked out of the room, into the hall and out the door. He figured that if this quest to find some idiot name 'Master of Security' was worth it, then maybe he would do it atleast half-ass. Artenell head off to the city, hoping that he had lost the Redoran Bounty Hunters for the time, he would have to deal with them later. The day was young, as artenell approached the city, the guards of the city kindly let him in. The town was busy, merchants were selling their wares, while poor street beggars were thrown down to the ground by guards. The closest building was the pub, artenell always got some sort of information in a pub, whether it be by having a bar brawl or just by talking, or sometime flurting with the bar maitrons.

Artenell entered the pub which was surprisingly half empty, it seemed that only the true patrons of the pub were there. Artenell approached the counter and called over one of the bartenders...

Suran

Vel had fallen aslepp briefly a few seconds after the silt strider began moving to Suran. The journey was somewhat short and he was awakened by the strider master callign at him. "Your journey has ended, we have arrived at Suran." Vel jumped his eyes opening suddenly. He looked to the side seeing the watch tower of Suran and motioned to exit the saddled harness apon the insects back. He smirked and gave a nod at the strider master and began walking down the steps and another pair of steps that ended near the entrance into the village. Now where to start first? He asked himself in a whisper looking at the several buildings. Soon his eyes caught a lone dunmer in the middle of town standing around watching the river. Vel approached him and readied a spell for imformation. "Helloa sera, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions."

The dunmer turned to face VEl and grinned. "It would depened on the questions?" He replied with a savage voice. Vel grinned aswell, the man didn't seem to cooperative sort. He pulled his eft hand up and settled it on the mans shoulder and put a smile on his face. A greenish glow appeared uner his hand using the spell to make the man more inclined. "My dear friend It's nothing to be so rude about. Im looking for a woman. Her name slips my mind but shes a witchhunter who recently has been forming... a small group. I would like to know where she calls home around here, I am quite interested." He twisted his words making a fake expression of decency.

OOC: Are we controllingthe NPC's?

After purchasing his own room at the trade house ( getting a room for 70 gold) Renis quickly hid his things and changed into his miner clothes. Arriving outside only a few minutes after Aryon, Ren had himself a chuckle at the other man's expense.

" I have to say you make a convincing miner Aryon. At least, more so then me, but perhaps that's because your disguise is more?authentic." He said.

"I share your desire to get this over with as soon as possible. So, if our preparation's our complete, let's head out." He turned as if to leave, but paused. "I'm sorry, I forgot you were in charge here. Why don't you lead the way then?" It's not really a question.

OOC: Since someone asked, I'm going to explain the NPC system we'll be using for this rp.

Most NPCs will be under the relevant player's control. This not only makes the game run more smoothly (i.e., less one or two line back and forths in conversation, since one poster is playing both sides), but also prevents the game from depending wholly on me to move forward (so, if for some reason I cannot post for a day or two, the game won't come to a sudden halt). This will also make battle scenes much better, because although rp battles can be fun, they tend to get a little clumsy when you have to avoid godmodding. What I'll do is send the players relevant information via PM and they can choose how to extract said information from NPCs. However, I'll be on guard for people taking the easy ways out and abusing this

Some vital interactions, I'll play myself, and I'll try to be quite clear when that is the case so there is no confusion. But this will be few and far between, likely no more than once per quest. In some situations, I might prefer that we do most of the conversation via PM, then I'll post it in a combined and clean format, again, to avoid clumsy one-liner back and forths. But, for the most part, you are all on your own.

It will help, for my purposes in not PMing you too much nor too little information, if you either lay out your plans in character with some degree of precision or PM me what you are going to do. In certain circumstances, I'll serve more as a GM, and you'll PM me your IC actions and I'll alert you via PM whether you succeed/fail, what you find during a search, and the like.

I hope that clears things up a bit, and I'll get to PMing those of you who need it right now.

ooc: Alright thats cleared up

The man stared at Vel and then smiled as the spell took its effect. "I am sorry for being so rude Sera, I have heard that a witchhunter and a mage have taken up a short residence at the Eaight plates. I can't say anyore for I don't have much imformation. Whats makes you interested in the group may I ask"?" Vel looked behind him near the stairs he just came from the building to their right held a sign naming the Eight Plates. He gave a big smile and looked back at the man taking his hand off his shoulder. "Oh Nothing really. It just.... Made me curious." The man looked at vel awkwardly and then shrugged and walked away. "Now if it were anymore obvious.." He said shaking his head and entered the building. The place was loud with music. Three women danced on seperate stages and several men talked and drank many kinds of Alcohol. Vel swiped his smile away and pulled on his interest face. He approached the bar where the owner stood with her Khajiit slave next to her.

The women eyed Vel as he walked over and pulled a smile on her face. "Welcome to the eight plates, what can I get for you? Or do?" Vel leaned over the counter. "Im looking for someone." He answered. "She is a witch hunter and a mage with her." The woman' smile faded quicly and she grinned. "There has been no such people here. I assure you, now take your buisness else where." Vel looked at the woman. She woulodn't tell him anything else even with a spell or threat. He gave a slight annoyed sigh and nodded. "Sorry to have bothered you miss." He turned around and saw a nord in the corner who was watching him. Vel paused and the Nord made a motion with his hand for Vel to come over. Vel' grinn reappeared and he motioned over to the nord. "I heard your looking for someone." He said in a low voice motioning Vel to sit down. Vel' grinn faded to interest and he sat down at the table. "Yes she's a..." He was interupted by the nords voice.

"Witchhunter. Aye, She comes in here every so often. She has a room upstairs, she has a mage friend too, He watches over her like a hound." Vels lower eye muscle twitched and is fingers had a buzzing finger in them again.
"Are the yhere now?" The nord lowered his head and Vel followed bringin his ear closer.
"They both have seperate rooms. Both upstairs." The man paused as the owner walked by and then began again. "I see in yer eyes, you be Morag Tong. Also by the way you have yoru wepons. I have a bosmer friend in there. Maybe if you too see eachother you can say hi for me? Just say it was fro an Old Winter friend." Vel eyed the Nord in confusion and in high respect. The nord new a morag tong whe nhe saw one, but if only he knew Vel wasn't just morag tong.
"Thank you my friend, Here let me buy you the next drink, BARTENDER! Get this man a new mug of Mead, It's on me." Vel pulled out another small bag of Coins and dropped them on the table.

The nord smiled and nodded as Vel got up from his seat and motioned slowly to the stairs. He looked around the place fr any peeping eyes and went up the stairs. He stopped when he reached the only two Doors wich obviously were the rooms. He opened up the first door slowly gripping a silver dagger with his left hand ready to throw it but as he went to throw it there was noone there. He closed the door and then walked slowly to the other door pressing his ear to it hearing some pvssyr.

The bartender walked over to artenell's seat cleaning a old beaten mug, "What do yeah want, you slag joged yokal?", artenell looked at the bartender for a moment before he walked off to bosmer sitting in the corner booth. The woman seemed like she would have some information on the 'Master of Secturity', Artenell walked over sitting across from her, "You would'nt happen know anything about someone called the 'Master of Security' would you, I've been trying to get into contact with him, but so far my try's have been a failer", the woman, who looked like a child compared to him, ignored him for a moment before giving him somekind of responce, "The Master of Security huh... I've heard of him, but he's just a myth, something from a child's story", artenell looked at the bosmer, knowing that she had something to hide, "I dont think he's a myth...", artenell called over the bartender once more.

The bartender ignored him for a moment, before he finally walked over, "What will it be yeah slag jogged yokal?", artenell ignored his insulting tone, "I'll have ale, and this woman will have a cheap wine", the bartender walked over behind his counter, and grabbed an ale and wine bottle. Artenell looked at the woman once more, who seemed interested that he bought her a drink, "I'm going to ask again, where can I find the 'Master of Security'?", the bartender walked back over, placing the bottle of wine in the middle of the table, and handing artenell his ale. The bosmer took a swig, before answering, "If you want any answer's you better meet here in the back room around midnight!", the bosmer got up from the booth with the wine and walked off out of the pub, while artenell sat there drinking his ale...

"Mages Guild? I can do something there, if you take me there anyway." Soryna couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed that she didn't even know where that was. She waited for him to move first. It would be silly for her to take the lead and then relinquish it once it was obvious she didn't know where it was. "But what did you find ironic?" She had over heard him thinking out loud. Her right hand ran over the top of her head as if making sure not a single hair was out of place. Her inquisitive eyes awaited Richard's response.

Bretons to her seemed often meek, sometimes in attitude and nature, other times simply in appearence. Many of them also had plain features, at least the ones that were almost void of elven influence. It must be something from the nords. They were generally ugly though Imperials weren't. Perhaps it was all about how one carried themself really. It was popular to criticize someone as being vain for pondering such things but she simply placed emphasis on attention to detail. Vanity would be placing emphasis simply on the appearence and nothing else.

Richard raised an eyebrow. "The fact that you mentioned - an outlander like me helping a Dunmer like you get around." Is her memory really that bad, or is she trying to play the stupid female? He wondered, before turning around and gesturing her to follow. "The Mages Guild isn't far off, although I'll still need to pick some things up on the way. The place's right here in the manor district, and it shouldn't take too long to get there." Without waiting for Soryna to say anything, he pointed to one of the smaller manors in the district.

The building wasn't far away from the Council Manor, so several moments later Richard was already knocking on the doors. The light in the window flickered slightly and a silhouette approached the doors. When they opened it turned out that a well-dressed Dunmer, although obviously a servant of the owner of the small manor, was the silhouette. The mer, who seemed to be the stereotypical distrustful Vvardenfell Dunmer, eyed Richard critically before reaching out for some coin that lay on the table nearby:

"Take them and be on your-" He was cut off when Richard raised his hand up, revealing his crossbow, something that wouldn't likely find its way into the posession of a common beggar. The Dunmer's eyebrow rose up.

"Tell Dalam-" "Master Delmnevan." "Whatever. Tell him that Richard needs some help in return for the favor I did him."

The servant hesitated for a moment, before hurrying off to tell Kinsman Dalam of this unexpected guest without caring to invite them in, something Richard quickly shrugged off after helping himself into the manor.

OOC: My apologies Sparda, I was on the road for 8 hours yesterday so I wasn't able to check up on where we were.

IC:

Beniamus had taken a seat on the other side of the bar from Vel. He didn't want to arouse any suspicions given the fact that a Breton and Dunmer together wasn't an altogether common sight.

The trip from Balmora had been rather uneventful. Vel had slept nearly the whole way while Beniamus had watched the countryside. He never grew tired of the alien landscape known as Vvardenfell. Having arrived in Suran, Vel had made quick work of getting on with their task and Beniamus had taken to following his lead.

Now with the information gathered from the Nord and Vel slipping up the stairs, Beniamus followed suit. The Morag Tong agent was as good as the rumors when it came to his abilities. The Morag Tong was known for its subtlety and its efficiency and Vel definitely carried both those traits. Stopping at the bar, Beniamus quickly inquired about a room from Desele before sliding the drakes across the counter. He had stayed here many times before and this would suit their mission. Having now paid his way up the stairs and out of the minds of any onlookers, appearing as nothing more than a traveller seeking a room, he made his way up the stairs and to the side of Vel, keeping his eyes on the stairway.

"Very well, I will lead the way then Ren" Aryon said to the man as he walked forward and past him. He was really getting on his nerves now with all of the snide remarks and sarcasm and if Aryon was pushed to far then there may be a little 'accident' on Rens behalf. It would not bother Aryon, he would just say that he fell of a cliff or was ambushed by a Kwama warrior in the mine.

After walking for at least half an hour with his companion with no incidents they stopped as they seen something small and wormy heading there way, or rather 'worming' there way, along the rugged path through the swamps.

"I believe we must be close then Ren as it seems the Kwama foragers are coming out to play. Do you want to take care of this pest or should I?" he asked the man but he was really hoping that he would allow him as his sword was becoming a little rusty and some Kwama blood would certainly make it more shiny.

OOC: Sorry, double post

Yuri heard his neighbors door open and he mumbled under his breathe, he had taken a seat at the desk and slumped over it subtly, his mind still crossed plains of unimagined designs, while his physical body begged for rest. He brought his wrists up to his eye level and began weaving his fingers within themselves forcing them to cross into a strange double fist as glow magicka inhabited the recesses within. He groaned a bit as his face grimaced and the mist coalesced and made its way to the floor by his side, slowly falling and touching then rising into the shape of a skeleton warrior.

"My dear friend... might you aid me tonight?" Yuri cooed the cold beast of bones as it held a dagger in front of him.

The conjurer balled his fist and let his wrist run against the edge of the blade - a slight pinch accompanied by the recoil of the skeleton as it stood vigilant over it's master. Yuri quickly let his wrist drop over the letter in front of him, the blood staining a small circle marked with ink next to his own signature.

In regards to your most recent moments of debauchery, I can only hope that you find solace in the knowledge your child is doing fine. I still don't have a steady job but my tutelage under the Wizard was most satisfying and my newfound talents are the utmost of efficient and helpful. I appreciate you sending me the letter Mother, and by ALMSIVI I hope to one day return and see you but never in your current state. I will no longer take the blame in the matter, you must work on your own and stop relying on the men around you to support your own habits.
-With the most love a son can convey,
your dearest, Yurinov.

He sighed, knowing it would be a while until he could deliver it to his mother in Dagon fel, but nonetheless, it helped ease the stress of the recent odd jobs he'd been preforming.

OOC: ah kk. It's alright I understand road trips. ^^

IC: Veloth Opened the door slightly slipping in ending up behind a Skeleton Minion that was conjured. He examined it and then his eye caught the mage at his desk paying no attention. He looked a bit weary. Wouldn't make much interest killing. It was after all the Witchhunter he was sent to take care of. He slowly walked from behind the skeleton and leaned against the wall crossing his arms and put a smirk on his face. He pulled one of his selvier daggers from the sash that went accros his chest and through it at the desk the blade sinking in hitting only an inch away from the mans hand. "Isn't there a witchhunter you should be watching over?" He asked.

Yuri didn't flinch.
Not from any inherent lack of fear, it's just the blade's thud and his body's reaction were so off that they seemed unnaturally unaligned.
He also didn't turn his head, again, not from any attempt to maintain mysteries, or to elude confrontation but merely to avoid looking a possible death in the eyes. His hands meandered over to the knife and grasped it lightly, toying with its edges and crevices, slowly memorizing each and every texture.

"Haughty one, aren't you?" Yuri replied, his voice still elegant in it's hoarseness, and his mind still sharp, even if his body was dulled. "If you want a room, go see Desele. I'm retiring for the night."

Slowly he let go of the knife and pushed the chair from beneath him before arising, his robes clinging to his form. One hand extended towards the skeletal servitor before expelling it quickly back into the nether. His other hand reached for the knife but with distance between them, it could never grab a hold, and yet it lifted from it's groove in the table and moseyed its way eerily towards the trespasser in his quarters.

"Your knife, sir?" he said without a smile, and without sarcasm as he made pace towards the bed.

"No, I do not need a room for the night, On the conterary im here looking for a Woman who calls herself a witchhunter." Vel slowly motioned toward the dagger taking it in his hand and putting it back in its place. He was impressed at the mans reaction. He showed no fear at all. "All I need is information. So lets try and be Cooperative?" The smirk from his face faded and he looked at the desk with a peice of paper sitting alone next to the ink jar. "I know you are with her, possibly a guard. I just need to know where she is." He turned his head slowly looking back at the mage at the same time his left hand faced backwards readying a small spell.

He stopped in his tracks, pausing for a moment to carefully contemplate his next words. He wondered who this man was, but certainly not why he was there.

Possibly Hlaalu, or Morag Tong... Possibly Cammona Tong? Could be a miner who lost his job and wanting a little bit of revenge...

He finally turned around, his tired, yet youthful eyes glanced at the man, not sizing him up but merely taking him into view like he would with any sight.

"Suppose I am a guard for this Witchhunter; why would I just give up her position? Wouldn't it be more lucrative, no, more 'honourable' to keep their namesake to myself?"

If the money idea didn't net him a few drakes, certainly the mention of honour would throw off a member of the the Morag tong.

He kept his meek stance, readying no spells, no attack. Merely holding up his frame with his tired, tired legs.

Beniamus stood patiently at the door as Vel discussed matters with the mage inside. His eyes flickered back and forth between the stairway and the door to the mage's room. He had no intention of being caught unaware. With the slightest wave of his hand, he cast a simple life detection spell. The auras of the patrons below were now visible to his magically atuned eyes, granting him another level of comfort as he stood watch, all the while listening in on the conversation taking place between Vel and the mage.

With a bit of skill and luck on Vel's part, this mage could swing the odds to three to one in Hlaalu's favor.

Vel stopped readying his spell, he had no need for it. He thoguht up replies but stuck to what he had already thought up. "Honor is indeed a good standard to live by. I see in your eyes you look into death, but you do not face death. On the conterary, I look at this letter on your desk. I see in your figure you are a man who does not wish for harm. But I could be mistaken, you could be the type to just bring harm if it had to come to it." He gave a another smirk. His fingers buzzed, but he had to subside the urge to just slay the man for his word games, but Vel loved these type of conversations. Wit battles made much of a challenge to him. Just to sit there and examine and tell what a person is thinking or what the yare like just by how the yreact was such a passion. "I would ask, why would you join with something that could bring unavoidable death and destruction?" He gave a slight nod the man was obviously trying to figure out Vels position. "I am here because this woman has been a thorn in the side of my patrons. And I wonder, maybe you could have honor to help in a cause that is most noble and maybe side the the honorable instead with false words?" Vel now leaned himself against the desk and fiddeled his fingers with eachother.

He finally smiled, weakly and it was hidden under layers of subtlety, but it was evident, if only ever so slightly. He took in his breathe, and let his mind wander as his words began to take shape and leave his throat.

"It's interesting to note that honour, from any viewpoint is subjective. Your faction, I presume Hlaalu, is noble in your mind - pilgrims of coin and merchandise. Now, place yourself in the world of one of the poor beast-folk who slave out in the plantation fields under the vigilant eyes of their masters. Warily, they see Hlaalu as intolerable, evil, oppressive, and yet still able to present that honourable facade that leeches in gullible men and women looking for easy drakes,"

He figured it would strike a cord, not that he had any intention too, he just spoke his mind.

"But I don't see myself as a Saint, never could. I've worked for land owners who've sought their run-aways, and they're servants found a cold dirt bed when they refused to cooperate. I've also worked for people who put up a similar facade, attracting the young, bold, and ill-prepared into their wretches where they can ensnare their minds and retract the need-to-know details. All it takes is a few drakes too keep a man happy."

Yuri sat on his bed, his pristine robe crinkling beneath his frame as the cushion also deflated under his meager but suppressive weight.

"However, it will motivate you further to know the Witchhunter you seek is no longer here, and won't be returning for awhile. Even my death won't bring her back here; in fact, it would do much to give her reason to avoid this place."

He wasn't afraid of this man at this point. Yuri didn't believe he had a reason to kill him, and he certainly didn't believe he had enough contacts out there in the world to save him in the case he did.

Vel' eye twitched but he kept patience enough. He gave aslight sigh and his smirk disappeared completely. "You speak truthfully, But even as the Hlaalu are fitted on merchandise, trade for coin, A man has to have coin to sleep in a bed, live in his own manner and have enough for valuables that are important at times and food to feed his family." He now knew this man did not fear him and he pushed aside the urge to put a blade at his throat. "I care not for the slavery of the beastmen and women. Yes your death would give her reason never to come back here and go into hideing." He made a pause sliding his hand in his hair. "But none the less she is a thorn in the side of the house. As much as on another point of view it would be unjust, but buiseness is buiseness,and it is the Hlaalu that keeps this land living, no matter how small their trade and buisness make an impact to its citizens. and you would think about the many men and women that make their living within the house' ranks, if it was to be conflicted by outside interuptions, they would have no jobs to live. Of course the ycan eventually find soemthing else to gain a living, but it doesn't stop the slavery for the poor beast folk."

"You can deal with it Aryon. I'll be here for support if the fight proves to difficult." Renis replied, seeing the urge the other man had to kill something. Besides, he saw no reason to exert himself before the mission. "You better hurry though, that thing is getting close." The forager was bouncing towards the pair at a quick pace, and would be on them in seconds.

Stepping back as to let Aryon deal with the "pest", Ren kept watch on the surroundings in an attempt to make sure that nothing else snuck up on them.