Time Stamp -=9th of Spring, 511 AV=-
Location -=North Eastern Docks=-
had searched Robert out at the Pit, a caged arena where wealthy merchants placed
wagers on slave fights both competitive and deadly. They were traveling through
one of the smaller canals upon a -borrowed- Ravosala that was big enough to seat
three citizens, though the owner of the elongated craft wasn't present. The
vermin of Ravok took this time to discuss the finer details of their recent
business engagement. There were numerous tasks a henchman could provide his
employer, but most the most important task was to keep the hand that paid them
safe from the city's many dangers. Working for Syndre was certainly different
from dealing with a merchant, for there would be plenty of precarious situations
that the mercenary would have to encounter.
way to travel through the cool waters, but using the pole proved to be a much
quieter way to skim over the surface of the canal. The sky was darkening overhead
as the night began to stretch its comforting claws above the floating city. There
was still enough of the sun's glow to see without the aid of a torch, but the
dark blue waters criss crossing thru Ravok were quickly turning black from the
disapating light. The two men continued to converse in quiet tones as they
moved below a series of beautifully arcing bridges connecting narrow streets and
and towering buildings to one another. The wide shadows cast down from the ivory
stone structures passed slowly over them each time they slipped below a white
hued archway.
unlawful partnership. He kept Robert's attention focused on the favor he promised
to sweeten their deal, the elimination of a witness he had let live during an
unlucky robbery attempt. Not only was the witness a priority, but the young man's
father was also on top of their hitlist. If the plan went well, the two targets
would soon go missing and would probably never be seen again in Ravok. Though
the disappearance of an influential merchant would spur on a search and spark
questioning through the city, Syndre was confident that he and Robert would walk
away without any further trouble. That was of course if the plan was successful.
If the two men weren't taken care of, and soon at that, they would come looking
for Robert as Syndre had, but with far more malicious reasons.
the immense lake. They would travel down the calm canal for another half mile
before the rogue used the lengthy pole to guide their slender boat toward a
low level dock. They bumped the flat wooden structure firmly, as Syndre wasn't
the most advanced ferrier, causing the fragile vessel to tilt roughly. An
apologetic smile graced the employer's features before he sprung forth from the
boat's rocking interior, landing in a balanced crouch against the short dock.
His sudden action had caused the craft to shift back and forth within the murky
water, making it difficult for Robert to escape let alone stand up.
numerous pockets. The soft length of bound hair rolled gently between his sleek
leather fingers as if lost in his own thoughts, azure voids staring forward for
just a moment before he snapped out of his brief daze. The glow of blonde hair
slid back into the same pocket from which it came, a delicate tuck given as if
he didn't want to damage the cut strands. His searching gaze worked the area
pass the dock, looking for the messenger they were here to encounter. There was
no sign of Caleb's informant, Caleb being a long time associate to the rogue who
provided him with his precious herbs. Their communication within the limits of
the city was done through messengers who passed notes that could easily be
concealed and destroyed if nessissary. This prevented the unwanted authorities
from prying in on their transaction designs.
pecualer noise touched the ears of both the rogue and the mercenary. A faint
chirping could be heard not too far from the location of the dock, further up
the small cobblestone hill that led up to an darkened street. There were a few
lamp posts that decorated the street over the diminuitive hill, thier flickering
torch light casting two shadows against the inlaid stone, one large enough to be
a humanoid form and the other too small to make out. The strange noise grew
louder as the moving shadows grew larger, and Syndre finally turned his attention
back toward Robert to see if he had managed to crawl out of the Ravosala," hey...
do you hear that?... When do you ever hear a bird at this time of night?..."
Location -=North Eastern Docks=-
Syndre and his newly hired protection were thirty chimes away from Tarsin's
Boarding House where they had earlier met. It had been two days since the roguehad searched Robert out at the Pit, a caged arena where wealthy merchants placed
wagers on slave fights both competitive and deadly. They were traveling through
one of the smaller canals upon a -borrowed- Ravosala that was big enough to seat
three citizens, though the owner of the elongated craft wasn't present. The
vermin of Ravok took this time to discuss the finer details of their recent
business engagement. There were numerous tasks a henchman could provide his
employer, but most the most important task was to keep the hand that paid them
safe from the city's many dangers. Working for Syndre was certainly different
from dealing with a merchant, for there would be plenty of precarious situations
that the mercenary would have to encounter.
Their movement was slow and fluid as the darkly clothed vagabond pushed the
vessel forward with the help of a lengthy pole. Paddles would be a more effectiveway to travel through the cool waters, but using the pole proved to be a much
quieter way to skim over the surface of the canal. The sky was darkening overhead
as the night began to stretch its comforting claws above the floating city. There
was still enough of the sun's glow to see without the aid of a torch, but the
dark blue waters criss crossing thru Ravok were quickly turning black from the
disapating light. The two men continued to converse in quiet tones as they
moved below a series of beautifully arcing bridges connecting narrow streets and
and towering buildings to one another. The wide shadows cast down from the ivory
stone structures passed slowly over them each time they slipped below a white
hued archway.
Syndre didn't inform the hardened mercenary where they were headed,
purposely keeping their conversation specifically on the inner workings of theirunlawful partnership. He kept Robert's attention focused on the favor he promised
to sweeten their deal, the elimination of a witness he had let live during an
unlucky robbery attempt. Not only was the witness a priority, but the young man's
father was also on top of their hitlist. If the plan went well, the two targets
would soon go missing and would probably never be seen again in Ravok. Though
the disappearance of an influential merchant would spur on a search and spark
questioning through the city, Syndre was confident that he and Robert would walk
away without any further trouble. That was of course if the plan was successful.
If the two men weren't taken care of, and soon at that, they would come looking
for Robert as Syndre had, but with far more malicious reasons.
Chimes passed swiftly and the fading glow of the sun soon retreated from
the advancing night, allowing the evening to cast its smothering blanket overthe immense lake. They would travel down the calm canal for another half mile
before the rogue used the lengthy pole to guide their slender boat toward a
low level dock. They bumped the flat wooden structure firmly, as Syndre wasn't
the most advanced ferrier, causing the fragile vessel to tilt roughly. An
apologetic smile graced the employer's features before he sprung forth from the
boat's rocking interior, landing in a balanced crouch against the short dock.
His sudden action had caused the craft to shift back and forth within the murky
water, making it difficult for Robert to escape let alone stand up.
Syndre slowly regained a composed stance with a small smirk on his handsome
face, a lone hand absently retrieving a golden lock of hair from one of his numerous pockets. The soft length of bound hair rolled gently between his sleek
leather fingers as if lost in his own thoughts, azure voids staring forward for
just a moment before he snapped out of his brief daze. The glow of blonde hair
slid back into the same pocket from which it came, a delicate tuck given as if
he didn't want to damage the cut strands. His searching gaze worked the area
pass the dock, looking for the messenger they were here to encounter. There was
no sign of Caleb's informant, Caleb being a long time associate to the rogue who
provided him with his precious herbs. Their communication within the limits of
the city was done through messengers who passed notes that could easily be
concealed and destroyed if nessissary. This prevented the unwanted authorities
from prying in on their transaction designs.
A frustrated expression changed the features upon his pale visage, slightly
upset that the messenger wasn't here waiting for their arrival. Just then, a pecualer noise touched the ears of both the rogue and the mercenary. A faint
chirping could be heard not too far from the location of the dock, further up
the small cobblestone hill that led up to an darkened street. There were a few
lamp posts that decorated the street over the diminuitive hill, thier flickering
torch light casting two shadows against the inlaid stone, one large enough to be
a humanoid form and the other too small to make out. The strange noise grew
louder as the moving shadows grew larger, and Syndre finally turned his attention
back toward Robert to see if he had managed to crawl out of the Ravosala," hey...
do you hear that?... When do you ever hear a bird at this time of night?..."
