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Zyava looked around to make sure she was the one being called out. She was exceptionally nervous about attention being drawn on her, she had hoped to stand in the background most of the time and get involved in the occasional battle if necessary or flee as she had been thinking earlier. She breathed deeply to relax herself and then stepped forward.

"That wouldn't be prudent, miss. They'll likely have people looking out for guards and watchers. He needs to go alone. Anyway, he looks like he'd be able to escape from any bad situation himself." said the guard.

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"Don't be shy, miss..." began Aradir, trying to get her name first.

The guard sergeant left for the inn, standing up and walking past Aradir.

"Actually, I can stand next to him." Gelnius said turning invisible for a moment before reappearing. "To keep you safe of course."

Kraít gave a disbelieving scoff. Like you think at all, it's all innocent and evil for you. He thought angrily. "Perhaps you would be best to sit down for the job, whilst you think on the questions." Doubtful. He turned to the guard and smiled. "I'm hardly the most vulnerable.. but very well. I shall do this.. job." He sighed.

Alva flashed Lasséör a smile before picking up the now upended bottle and draining the last of it that hadn't spilled. "Later." She agreed in a soft, sultry tone.

"I may be able to kill them without alerting them but we would have no way of telling and i will not risk killing an innocent.If you are killed, i will avenge you." She said to Krait in an attempt to reassure him.

"I can't wait." grinned Lasséor.

She really couldn't. Since their victory [&@%!] on the ship, Lasséor had become nigh-on insatiable and adventurous.

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"Excellent." smiled Sergeant Marek to Kraít. "The deal's happening at Warehouse B, at the Docks. I assume you know where that is. Here's the money. There's five hundred coins in there. I'll have your reward waiting for you."

Her heart raced as she looked at the man briefly before her eyes darted around quickly. "Zyava." She answered blurting out her name, being too stressed to think of a fake name.

"I prepose that Krait keeps all of it. He will be the one that is risking his life and whilst i do not know a lot about him. I know it takes courage to do that." She said to Krait and Gelnius. She heard her stomach growl.

Kraít shot a glance at the 'dog.' "Forgive me if that doesn't fill my heart with joy." He said coldly, before turning his gaze back to the Sergeant. "Joy." He muttered quietly. May Alitura be with me. He thought. I will be keeping all of it.. He then gave a false smile. "Let us go and quickly too."

"Zyava... Zyava... A traditional ugluh name." he stated. "Do you come from Agluh Hghdal or Arctictas?" Aradir wondered, trying to start a conversation.

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"We need the drugs too. So we can dispose of them. Don't worry, he'll receive a worthy reward." said the sergeant to Navar.

"I would go with you but i've paid for food and drink and i refuse to waste the gold. I wish you luck." Navariese said to Krait. "If they reach for their blades, find an excuse to get away from them.". She wondered when her soup would be ready.

"I was mistaken. I thought the pouch of gold you gave us was the reward. I apologise." You stupid idoit She thought to herself.

"Agreed, I'm assuming you know how to get where we need to be?" Gelnius asked vanishing from sight and becoming invisible once more.

"Stay behind me by a bit." Kraít said to where Gelnius was. He then chuckled slightly. "May she be with me." He stated. Taking the money he sighed. "Wish me luck." He said softly before walking off, taking the way down to where he needs to be, warehouse B, the Docks. He search though his person, his dagger clipped to his sleeve, what ever else he had he need to find.

Gelnius stayed as far away has he could to keep The boy in his sights.

Alva continued to smile as she pulled herself fully back from the other woman, giving her a hungry luck - she wanted the other woman right then and there but would wait if that was what Lasséör wanted.

"Saw the others talking to another Elf whilst I was up at the bar." Alva told her girlfriend as she began to open her second bottle of ale, pouring the golden liquid as one leg came up and gently stroked her lovers inner thigh. She wasn't finished yet.

"The soup will be ready soon!" called Jock, to Navar. "It's just boiling right now."

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It took them both several minutes to get to the Docks. Gelnius hounded Kraít all the way as they passed through Long Street, walking by Elluré's Armour and Belloc's General Store as they did so. They made it to the gates to the Docks where the guards permitted them entry, or rather, Kraít entry. Gelnius managed to run through the gate before the guards closed it.

Warehouse E, they passed. Warehouse D. Warehouse C. Warehouse B.

Warehouse B was decrepit. It was on Forick Street, the worst street of them all. A warren of beggars, of drunks, of criminals, of druggies. Warehouse B was run-down, holes in the wooden walls, in the wooden ceiling. It was oddly empty. Usually, the warehouses were full of items but this one only had broken, cobweb clad pieces of wood and other mess. A man was there, waiting for them.

William Delvin was once a clean cut figure, however, he was now a very dirty man. He cared little for his appearance and rarely showered. He had a thick beard and long hair. For an erius, he had a very wild and untamed appearance. He was very tall and muscular and was one of the head's of the cartel. One of the top henchmen. He had a bag in his hand, a small pouch.

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Lasséor purred obediently as Alva stroked her.

"You did?" she asked.

She didn't share Alva's dislike of elves but she didn't care if Alva hated them or not. As long as Alva loved her, she loved Alva.

Gelnius took his post behind a wall and drew an arrow and kept it trained on the man before them, any sudden moves and the man would be dead.

"Arctictas." Zyava answered. It was easy to lie when given a choice, too bad there hadn't been a simple list of names she could have chosen from.

Alva's foot was slowly making it's rounds 'round Lasséör's right thigh, having already kicked off one of her dragonskin boots under the table her toes were gently rubbing the underside of the woman's leather-clad thigh.

"Like we need more Elves in the group, more people to split our payment with." She grumbled though with a mischievous smile on her face that would have confused anyone else listening in on their conversation. "There all the same. Fools or cowards the lot of them."

"Ah... Were you the one purchasing the drugs?" asked the man, on seeing Kraít enter.

He did not see the invisible Gelnius, let alone the fact that Gelnius had an arrow trained on his head.

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"Eändiré isn't a fool nor a coward." replied Lasséor.

She smiled as Alva's foot massaged the inside of her thigh.

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"Arctictas... I've been there before. Very cold. A bandit haven, now, sadly. Are you wanting to join this band of adventurers? No offence to the others but you look like the cut from a different kind of cloth. A more expensive cloth, if you will. You have an air of skill and expertise about you."

Kraít nodded. He was.. apparently. He wondered if he was able to control this man, a bit nervous of such.

"As you said, it's dangerous. It was learn to survive or die." Zyava replied. "It would be nice to live on more than scraps for a while." She didn't really care what sort of adventurers she was going to be grouped with. She would find out what sort of people they were soon enough and if she didn't like them, Zyava very much doubted that they could hold her against her will.

"Tossing the only coin we have to the beggars seems a foolish idea to me." Alva stated bluntly, her big toe now making small circular motions on the upper part of her thigh. "But I suppose he is better than most."