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IC:

Kah'Zaraki scoffed loudly at the mention of group work, he knew it wasn't his thing, and he made sure the group knew it.

"When do we start" A hoarse voice boomed, Zaraki too was interested in the answer, he was eager, especially with all the talk of the money and more so how powerful these Necromancers were described, a whole arsenal of spells. Zaraki had never fought against magic before and was unsure of how physical power would fare against the spells, but he was far from afraid at giving it a shot. A smirk crawled across his jaw as he considered bringing down the first Necromancer, he saw this as a competition, a fight in a fight. And he wanted to win.

Luthor scoffed at the mention of being paid money to kill necromancers.

"yes, when do we start. The faster we can get out of this inn, the faster we can take the fight to the enemys of Arkay. However, a worshipper of the Nine divines would not require payment to carry out the will of Arkay. I require no payment for the joyous slaying of Necromancers. The fear upon their face, their final scream for mercy. That is all the payment I require."

IC: Reeko moved quickly around the plaza, trying to find some sort of cover to escape the cold rain. A large duffel bag was strapped to his back, filled with Alchemical Ingredients from his last errand. If the ingredients got soaked, they would become soggy, and Reeko wouldn't be paid. He stopped and focused on a large sign connected to a building, swaying wildly in the wind. Several letters were imprinted on it, but the wind and rain were making it difficult to see. He ran up closer and squinted. 'All Saints Inn', the letters were in a solid black wording, Reeko sighed with relief and headed to the door.

The door opened slowly with a loud, eerie creaking noise, which made Reeko feel nervous, He stepped and shook himself like a wet dog, his Chainmail Armor making a loud rattling sound in the process. He looked around the Inn, quite a few people here... he thought. Already, he felt that feeling he had known all his life. It tugged at him like a beggar asking for food. Reeko forced it out of his mind and headed to the bar. He sat down and un-slung his duffel bag off his back, and plopped it next to him. He began rubbing a small bump on the side of his head, He never said anything about trolls, I better get paid extra for this..., He had been sent to a cave, where some sort of mushroom was abundant there. Was it Stinkhorn? He didn't remember. Some teacher at the Arcane University needed some for an experiment, and he told Reeko he wouldn't encounter anything much in the cave. Though Reeko only encountered a few trolls in the cave, and one managed to hit him with a rock. Reeko's healing spells took care of most of the damage, but he would be stuck with that nasty bump and bruise for the next few days.

The Bartender walked over to Reeko, ''What can I get you brother?'' He asked. The Bartender was Nord, and round, he was wearing a stained white shirt and a brown apron. His face looked like it was being taken over by his eyebrows, they were incredibly large and bushy, he also had a large mustache and brown matted beard. ''Anything warm'' Reeko replied, and the Bartender reached down below the cupboards and pulled out several bottles. ''Quite some bad rain out there, aint's it?'' he said. Reeko sighed loudly, and shivered slightly, ''You dont know the half of it'' He said back, and chuckled slightly. The bartender then handed Reeko a cup, filled with a steaming liquid, ''Here ya go, brother''. Reeko smiled and took the cup. ''Thanks''

He took a long swig before the hot liquid burnt his tongue. The beverage had a strong cinnamon-like taste to it, but it was warming his body up, so he didn't care what it tasted like. He turned around in his seat and looked at around the inn, there must have been over 2 dozen people in the inn. Most of them Imperials, but there were a few Nords, Bretons, and elves. All huddled at the tables, eating and drinking. But one group of people had caught Reeko's attention. By the fire, a group of several people dressed filly in armor. It looked as if there was a few Imperials, a Khajiit, and a Dunmer. The feeling Reeko had earlier crept back into his mind, he moved his shoulders around uneasily, took another swip of his drink, and watched the group intently.

OOC: Sorry if its to much :/

OOC: nope, not at all. thats a good quality post. unless Cirith wants short posts. I doubt it.