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[Haspen]

Heavy droplets started to fall seconds after her speech, and half a minute later, it was raining heavily again.

[scapheap]

:"Don't. Say. Anything."

[Sirus]

Gregor finds himself agreeing with Ami's frustration with the weather, but decides to change the subject.

: "Milord Olison! How will we recognize the man we came here to see? Is he dangerous?"

[CrimsonEon]

Olison paused to calm his horse down.

: "Eor's definitely dangerous, from what I hear he's as sharp as Lady Prixima herself. As to what he looks like, however, I can't say much, I've never seen him. I do know that he's a stubborn man, and doesn't go anywhere without his suit of armor. Of course, he may have even taken precautions to his appearance to better hide himself."

Olison squinted, eyes darting across the village rooftops. His voice drew quieter.

: "Which is why there's supposed to be a diplomat or somesuch here to help us track him down."

[Haspen]

They have arrived at the village by now.

Every house had it's windows closed - and those that were still open, were quickly closed by hands of villagers hiding behind them. It was clear that everyone knew who they are and what they're trying to achieve.

In front of the large, two-story building, there was a pegasus, tied to a post and lazily munching on scarce grass around it's feet. After a moment, a young woman went outside - upon spotting the group, she waved at them slowly, her eyes locked at Christopher.

Taki Greenstone is innnn. Valor Inara, Tantallos Forsaken and Seyena Ikane are inside the building.

[Taricus]

: "Well... Let's go introduce ourselves and get inside. If the villagers know what we're here for it won't be long before the militia shows up..."

[Sirus]

: "Good idea..."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Ah. If you'll excuse me, I have someone to meet with."

Chris slid off of Ami's horse and sauntered over to Taki.

"Well, well. If it isn't Taki Greenstone."

He leaned on the wall next to her and crossed his legs at the ankle.

"Enjoying the weather as much as I am?"

[Blade Master Model 42]

A well muscled, straw haired young man with a sword on his back stood leaning against the wall, arms behind his head. His right foot jostled up and down, the heel of his boot generating a light tapping noise against the floor. He turned his gaze to meet the other two people who were with him, whom he presumed to be mercenaries as he was.

"...So, does anyone know when this job is supposed to be started? The sooner we get cracking, the sooner I can get paid."

Valor tried not to ask too many questions when he took on a job. Some employers did not enjoy being questioned. Such employers tended to rescind offers as questions appeared. It was hard getting work as a mercenary without an established reputation, and Valor did his best not to muck it up.

"My name is Valor." He offered, trying to get a conversation started. With mercenaries, this was occasionally a difficult proposition.

[Praefectus Screptum]

The person covered in robes with the other two people had been spending his time reading a thick book until the other mercenary spoke up, his head moved up a bit to stare at him before replying.

"Honestly? I have no idea...I am just here to test my skills.. and maybe have some fun killing bandits..heh..hehe..."

The creepy shaman rubbed his hands together after his statement, clearly he seemed too... pleased about the idea of killing others, the money was not so important to him as he was from a royal family and because he was just a bit insane. With most of his face covered with the hood yet, he nodded to Valor.

"The name is Tantallos."

He replied with a lazy tone before closing his book.

[scapheap]

:"Hello, Valor and Tantallos. I'm Ami."(read in a glum tone)

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Nice to meet you Ami!" Valor said, jumping onto a chance to talk to someone who wasn't clearly bonkers. "I take it you're a healer? Hopefully we won't have too much need of your services, haha!"

[Sirus]

: "Well, if the last assignment was anything to go by..."

Gregor holds out a hand to shake with the new faces.

"Private von Hexham. Call me Gregor. I take it you're a mercenary?"

[Blade Master Model 42]

"You got it." Valor gripped Gregor's hand firmly, gave him a one pump handshake, and dropped his own arm back to his side. "Kind of a large-ish group we have here, isn't it?"

[Sirus]

: "You've got that right. I'm just not sure why Lady Prixima needs so many strong arms lately."