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    Kir the Silent

    Until Your Flesh Is Consumed
    Buttons burts into the room suddenly as he was speaking with the new girl with fury in her face and yelled at her, before her eyes locked on Kir and she remembered what she was going to do, she gently shoved the other girl out of the way reaching into her pocket pulling out the note and handing it to Kir " I dont know what you did after Soli Kir but I do not like being followed from my own home and to my contract by your little "friend", whatever you do you better deal with NOW!" her anger once again building up insider as her hands once again curled into a ball, shaking her head "I just cant deal with this anymore"

    She left suddenly and he was alone with the mysterious note. His heart nearly stopped...he recognized the mark, it couldn't be...Sketch had been right! Or this was all a very elaborate game with a hidden puppeteer. No matter who it was, they now knew where he was...anyone who got close to him died...he solemnly read the letter, shock and horror on his face. He hid the letter inside of his pillow. He didn't want to to think about it right now...he wanted a bit longer to enjoy happiness.

    He shook his head and decided it was time to do something useful, to stop lurking in the shadows. He headed to the kitchen and began preparing a very large meal, a feast of sorts. Everyone had slowly been arriving over the last several days and Buttons couln't be far behind, she seemed to be the only person yet to return. He started a large pot of horker stew with the perfect compliment of herbs and spices. He roasted two ox legs he had purchased in Windhelm and some venison as well. Slow roasting them to lock in the juices and flavors. People from his past often said his cooking rivaled the Gourmet's. He set he table while the food simmired and delicious aruomas began to fill the sanctuary, he also brought out some of his stash; Firebrand wine. He finished grilling some leek with rabbit haunch in another pot and started to gather the food, footsteps started to be heard with his acute hearing. People coming to investigate no doubt, he thought to himself. He was putting the final touches on the food. He would make his annoncement after everyone had eaten. Hopefully Buttons would be back soon, so he could apologize...
     

    Medea

    The Shadow Queen
    "What am I doing?", Cassandra thought to herself. "I can't just stay kooked-up in my room like this, worrying about everything.....I'll give myself gastritis!" *haha;):D*

    Methodically getting dressed and ready for whatever would come next, Cassandra left the safety and comfort of her room, along with the fear and paranoia sulking in it could bring.

    She went around introducing herself to the members that were there, the ones she hadn't met yet. "That wasn't so hard" she thought to herself. Each member was unique and it seemed all were amicable enough to her. Cassandra had a strange run-in with Tinkles however. It seemed she was in a big hurry to get to the bath area. Tinkles said something about being sorry but she had to go to the bath area right away, as she was rushing past Cassandra in the hall.

    "Oh well", Cassandra thought, "We all have emergencies like that at times, I suppose."

    Cassandra sat down in the kitchen area to eat some roast pheasant and cheese, washing it down with some wine. She wondered what else her new family would have in store for her in the near future.
     

    Duon

    Graphic Designer
    Passing through the decrepit city gates of Riften Riazen rummaged through his traveling cloak retrieving a wooden case; snapping it open and removing the ornate silver pipe contained inside, clenching it in his teeth before striking a match along the rough edge of his armored forearm raising it to the packed bowl of pungent tobacco and puffing it alight. Blowing smoke rings as he walked his eyes wondered over the long aged city and the damned souls who called it home, from the cracked wooden beams corroded with years of water damage to the hardened faces and hateful stares of those walking the streets.

    Riazen couldn’t help but compare this city to that of his own home where order ruled supreme above all else but his father the King. “No wonder father was against me coming here…” Riazen whispered to himself avoiding the gaze of a nearby beggar as he picked up his pace heading toward the cities center hoping to find a Inn and hopefully the information he needed. What has he been doing to end up in a place like this? I know his life must have been hard but this is a city of thieves and murders, could he really live that type of life?

    Pulling himself from his thoughts as he came to a stop out front of the large Inn Riazen slid the wooden box back into his coat, clenching the silver pipe tight in his teeth reading the wooden sign hung from chains beside the door “The Bee & Barb”. Grasping the iron handle and pulling open the door Riazen stepped inside puffing out a smoke ring as he stomped the traveling mud from his boots onto the rug peaking out of the entrance hall into the packed drinking hall as the warmth of the fire burning inside radiated towards him busting off the chill of the cold wind blowing outside.

    Quickly making his way through the crowd of drunkards Riazen reached the bar snapping his fingers at the barmaid who shot him a annoyed look before coming to take his order. Reaching back into his traveling cloak he retrieved a sizeable bag of gold laying it on the bar in front of him, watching as the barmaid eyed it hungrily. “I’m looking for a man called Fenris have you heard of him?” Riazen asked questioningly as the barmaid continued to stare at the large bag of gold. “No I haven’t heard of him but if its information you be needing Delvin knows everything in this city.” “Where do I find Delvin?” He continued running his hand along the top of the coin purse.

    “The Ragged Flagon down in the Ratway.” The barmaid answered eyes getting wider as Riazen pulled the bag of gold from the table starting to place it back into its pocket. “Of course you will need a guide!” The barmaid chimed in “Complex place the Ratways; and dangerous to, I could show you for a fee…” She said he tone getting sly and business like. Tossing the bag of gold to the eager barmaid he watched as she snuck away from her job gesturing over her shoulder for him to follow, leading the way into the streets and down to the sewer passage below. “Well this just keeps getting better…” Riazen sighed covering his mouth with the mask of his cloak to muffle the putrid stench.

    After several minutes of trekking through the ancient sewer system the barmaid stopped outside a heavy iron door lit on both sides by torches. “This is as far as I go…” The barmaid stopped running her fingers along a a circle within a diamond carved deep into the doors frame. “This is the Ragger Flagon home of the Thieves Guild. I suggest you get the information you came for then follow the path we took out of here as fast as you can stranger, don’t be flashing any of the gold either.” She added patting the lump in her dress where the bag of gold sat. “Thanks for the advice but I can handle myself.” He smiled snidely turning without a farewell and pushing open the heavy metal door, stepping inside as it shut with a loud snap behind him.

    The interior that greeted him was not much better than that of the sewer he had just trekked through, consisting of a large circular cistern with a makeshift bar built over one end out of what appeared to be spare bits of driftwood. Stepping out of the entryway Riazen’s gaze continued to wonder over his surroundings as he made his way around one of the pathways lining the side of the dirty water cistern revealing several shops tucked away into the small alcoves. “Oh have a drink shop and get stabbed for your coin purse, this place has it all…” Riazen joked to himself reaching the dingy bar, starting to snap his fingers but stopping as the dirty barmen with a grizzled face let out a low rumbling growl towards him. “Umm I’m looking for some people… Fenris if you know of him but if not I would like to speak with Delvin.” Riazen paused listening to the echo of his voice off the cold stone walls, eying bars patrons who had turned their heads obviously hearing every word he’d spoke.
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    "Buttons I think You have had enough" she giggled at Rune "Ive had enough? I have had enough you say?" she broke out into a high pitched laughter then got really quiet, almost in a whisper "Ill tell you when I have had enough Rune" she smiled widely at him "Alright Alright I promise" she leaned back in her chair holding 2 fingers up "I promise Rune that I will not drink..." another tankard was sat down in front of her "After this one of course" she winked and brought the drink to her lips, suddenly chairs started moving around and the Flagon got silent she looked over the rim of her glass "FENRIS!!!" slamming the tankard down she got up and walked, well walked the best she could over towards the man she had mistaken Fenris for "What did you do to your hair?" she reached out and touched his hair "And your tattoos?!" she looked at his clothing "What happened to your garb? What is with the fancy clothing?" she looked closer at him "Aye... You arent Fenris!!!"

    Stumbling backwards Rune was quick to catch her "Rune... Look!" she pointed at the man "Its Fenris evil twin brother... weird Fenris never mentioned he had a brother" she giggled again "Sorry Mate you have to umm.. excuse this one, she is normally not drunk" Rune nodded at the man as Button pushed Rune away from her "Get off you perv" she turned at smiled at Rune "We should go to bed soon" turning back to the other man holding her hand out but quickly withdrawing it back "Buttons... I am Buttons" she bowed as her colorful locks flew about and she flipped her hair back up "And Your name is? Surprising you made it down here without getting robbed or killed"
     

    dunklunk

    You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.
    As Juggles made his way back to his room, he heard voices coming from the kitchen and dining areas. He stopped at his door to listen. He could make out the voices of Poet, Cassandra, and Tinkles. Pity, he thought. I've seen Cassandra a few times, but I've yet to meet her. Hopefully, when I get back from Riften, we'll have a chance to get better acquainted.

    He entered his room and was gently shutting the door behind him, when it suddenly slammed against him, knocking him on the back of his head. Amy had forced her way into his room. Wincing while rubbing his head, he looked down at the spider and said, You really are a major pain in the ass, aren't you, Amy? The eight-legged pet raised two legs in disagreement. Yeah, right.

    Well, Amy, I just need a few things and I'll be on my way to Riften, he said, nodding at the spider. He slipped on the jacket from Vil, and began to fill the numerous pockets with various weapons, including throwing darts, a few of his "special" juggling balls, and a dagger. Aside from the dagger, nothing was truly capable of killing, nor was he going to the Flagon looking for trouble. The juggler knew he'd be obnoxiously outnumbered there, so the darts and balls would serve as diversions, in case he needed to make a hasty exit. As unpredictable as the Thieves Guild was, he felt his alliance with the Brotherhood and his relationship with Buttons were in his favor. Delvin is the one I need to talk to, he thought. The rest can go f*** themselves.

    Kneeling down, he patted Amy and said, Okay, I've got everything I need. There are others here, so they should keep you company. Let's get out of my room, so you'll once again be able to roam the Sanctuary at your leisure. She merrily bounced at his mention of freedom. He looked down at her once more, then said, I'm hoping the next time I see you, Amy, Buttons will be with me. You be good, now. She raised a single leg in agreement, then bounced some more.

    On his way out of the Sanctuary, he called out for the others to hear, Smells delicious, Poet. Unfortunately, I can't stop to sample some of your fine cooking. I need to get to Riften to look for Buttons. Save me some if you can. Without waiting for a reply, he stepped outside and began his short journey to the City of Thieves.

    Nearing one of the city's gates, he adjusted his hood to hide his bald head, as Saffron filled his thoughts. I really need to be on my toes with her, as I have no idea where and when she'll show up next. He slipped the guard a few Septims and entered the city. He kept to himself as he made his way to the Ratway's then to the Flagon's entrance below. On his way there, he eyed any and all passersby, hoping beyond hope that one of them would be Buttons. No such luck.

    Now standing in front of the Ratway's door, he thought before entering, Here goes nothing.
     

    death raider

    Thalmor Ambassador
    Tinkles carried onto wet herself and soon there was a massive puddle of piss on the floor. She gave an embarrassed squil, before running toward the rest room, passing past one iof the other members in the hall, but having to escuse herself from the woman, then continuing her way to the rest room. When she got there she threw off her clothes and gave a little sigh, and let the piss out. After she finished her business she walked out of the rest room, leaving her dress in the rest room.

    All the spiders had come off her body and when she returned outside her room in the nude there were no spiders in sight. Giving a sigh of reliefe she entered her room and put on a small night dress which covered most of her body. Tinkles left the room in her night dress and went towards the kitchen where she could smell the luxurious smell of food, which filled her nose with a lushish desperation to jump into the food even if it wasn't finished.

    When Tinkles entered the kitchen the smell of food nearly caused her to fall to the floor, in happiness and tranquility. Tinkles saw Poet making the food and she then saw the woman she passed in the hall before. Tinkles walked over to her and out her hand on the womans shoulder and introduced herself.
    " Hello I am Tinkles, what is your name?" Tinkles said lifting her hand from the womans shoulder and then turning to sit down next to her instead.
     

    Rekamennos

    Account closed
    "Jestes Shun Tareth Mahstune Naskes Caraptantres..." She looked to Jonna as she spoke, the two of them sitting in the empty, completely empty inn sharing bottles of mead and conversing at one of the dining tables.

    Jonna looked around, a serious and emotionless expression wrapped across her face not once moved by the change of language unknown to the Tamrielic world. She sipped her mead bottle, then set it on the table as the soft noise of the glass hitting against the wood was magnified in the empitness of the inn's silence. "Setrésás? Indicarmo entantres munticastes?"

    "Jenoure, castes tre nantas. Munticarnes saltrestas andrenalmes..." Venus sighed, shaking her head and bringing her own bottle to her lips. Her hands upon the bottle began to grow covered in a sheen of condensation, causing a slight temperature change to her touch. It had grown over time from her grip upon the bottle, and well, their long conversation.

    Jonna laughed, raising an eyebrow a moment and letting out a small sigh. She relaxed back in the chair, crossing her low legs held under the small wooden round table as she twirled the tip of the bottle in circles on the wooden flat. She replied, one last time, before standing up and dusting off her clothes as though she were readying herself to get back to work. "Jundun...Jundun, indicarmo, jundun muntastres!"

    Venus rolled her eyes, silently laughing as her shoulders rocked from the movements. She, too, stood up and then made her way off towards a room she had been provided with during her stay. Venus unlocked the door with the provided key, in her peripheral watching as Jonna returned behind her counter knowing the day would only be filled with the continual silence. Venus admired the woman, having the discipline and constraint to be able to take such a ego-defeating blow each day as the horror of the rumors of the terrifying nights in Morthal cut her business back to about 90% of nothingness. But for the night, and perhaps a few days if she were lucky, Venus would remain and do whatever the woman needed to keep her company.
     

    Medea

    The Shadow Queen
    Cassandra introduced herself to Tinkles. "My name is Cassandra. Pleased to meet you Tinkles." She didn't mention anything about the brief passing in the hallway, fearing she might embarrass or anger the woman.

    Cassandra looked over at Poet. She hadn't said anything to him since she entered the kitchen. He seemed to enjoy the silence, just like her. It wasn't an awkward silence at all. More like a comforting silence. The kind that makes you feel relaxed, and at ease. "That's a dangerous kind of silence", Cassandra thought to herself, "This Poet could get someone to drop their guard around him very easily."

    As everyone stuffed full their gullets, Cassandra continued to make small talk with Tinkles. She seemed nice enough, but as everyone around here knew, this is a sanctuary full of deadly assassins. No one is to be taken lightly, no matter how innocent, or quiet, or nice, they seemed to be....
     

    Duon

    Graphic Designer
    Pulling his attention from the batmen he had been questioning Riazen spun to meet the gaze of the inebriated woman who had greeted him as a old friend before falling into a chair at a nearby table with another man. “Fenris? Do you know my brother?” He asked with excitement at the possibility of finally finding his brother and returning home. Inviting himself to have a seat Riazen sat down across from the strange woman he did his best to avoid her gaze as his eyes wondered from her strange clothes to the feint scars on her cheeks and the sea of colors which made up her hair.

    “I must find him it’s very important.” Riazen said with a authoritative tone in a way which would have made his father very proud. “He most likely has never spoken of me…” He added taking a puff from his pipe lowering his voice trying not to attract everyone’s attention once again. “We were separated shortly after birth; I doubt he even knows he has a twin brother.” Riazen finished blowing several small smoke rings, thinking about what little he knew of his brother, the murder of their parents or his brothers childhood as a slave.
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    She swatted away the smoke that drifted in her face "no he did not mention he had a brother" she smiled at him again followed by a hiccup "but I suppose I can tell you were he is" she nodded "yep I can... If I wanted to" she crossed her arms across her chest, giving him a serious look before bursting into laughter " pff ill tell he is home well it's home for me" she stumbled a bit more as Rune steadied her "stop it I can walk" she pulled her arm away from him, placing her hands on the bar top then turned to him, leaning in whispering "through the woods, to a clearing that shouldn't be, lies a black door that has no place, say these words "innocence" and there you should find him" she gave him another smile before her eyes rolled back and passed out with Rune catching her. Rune nodded at him and picked Buttons up and carried her to the Cistern.
     

    Kir the Silent

    Until Your Flesh Is Consumed
    Poet stood while the other ate and enjoyed the lavish meal he had prepared. He mentally checked the time and realized he had to leave quickly, there wasn't much time. He had wanted to wait until Buttons and the others had returned, but it seemed like ti was unavoidable now. "Cassandra, Tinkles/I must excuse myself now/Please enjoy the food. I have some...buisness/That must be attended too/Right now, it's urgent. If the others ask/Or return before I do/Simply tell them this; It is personal/I will return soo, and to/Buttons, I apologize. She didn't deserve/To get all wrapped up in this/Farewell new sisters."

    Without waiting for a reply he turned with a swish of his robe and headed towards his room picking up the pace as he got out of their sight. He entered and locked the door, before pulling out a strange looking and very old scroll. He opened it and read it's contents. As he did he felt the old magic wash over him as he was instantaneously transported to Morthal. He coughed as the smoke disappeared.

    I'll never know how that damned argonian re-discovered the lost magics of mark and recall, he thought to himself. But information is his game now and he's very good at it.

    Poet quickly, but stealthily, made his way towards the inn and entered silently. His black hood hiding his face in shadows. His golden eyes swept the area looking for his contact and taking in every detail, large or small, of the area. He took special note of the two figures. Very strange with an almost...alien look. But they started to depart and he averted his eyes as the woman made her way to her apparent room. He found a table in a darkened corner, as usual, when the barkeep sauntered over. He said nothing, simply placing a bottle of Stros M'kai Rum and a piece of paper beside him. He nodded at the wood elf, "I'm locking up and leaving for the night. Staying with a friend. There's only one other guest and I placed a sleep inducing herb in her drink, talos willing she'll sleep through the night. Your...friend will be here in a few hours. Feel free to wait here and stroke the fire."

    Poet nodded as the nord made his way out and closed the door. He cracked open the bottle and drank warming himself by the fire. Dark thoughts swam in his head. He would never be able to fully commit or enjoy his new life until the past was dead and buried...like it was supposed to be years ago.
     

    Duon

    Graphic Designer
    Processing what the now unconscious woman had said Riazen found himself with more questions than answers, even for being drunk she might as well have spoke in riddles. At home? Who is this woman and why is his brother living with her? Riazen thought to himself puffing on his pipe as he tapped his fingertips on the wood table in front of him. The location she mentioned seemed all to mysterious and he couldn’t help but wonder if this was all a trap. “Innocence” what kind of password is that and why would I even need such a thing to find my brother? “This all seems far to cloak and dagger.” Riazen said to himself, reaching for his belt and removing a small throwing knife before using it to stir the dying embers of his pipe.

    What have you been doing Fenris…? He sighed returning the blade to his belt as he blew out another smoke ring. Making up his mind Riazen tapped the embers onto the table before extinguishing them with the backside of his pipe and jamming it back into the pocket of his traveling cloak. “I can’t turn down a lead this good even if it does seem like a trap.” He spoke to himself in a low inaudible tone, standing from the table and pushing in his chair. “Thief, Assassin, or Bandit he’s still my brother…” Riazen added resting his hand on the shining hilt of his sword; pulling the hood of his cloak up and hiding his bright silvery eyes in shadow. Making his way back around the cisterns narrow pathway toward the entrance of the flagon Riazen picked up his pace anxious to meet his brother.

    Pushing the door open hard Riazen felt the door slam hard against someone on the other side of it, knocking them out of the way and back onto the cold muck covered stone floor of the sewer. Stepping out of the Flagon Riazen glanced sideways at the bald man sprawled on the floor. “Bad place to stand eh?” He laughed smiling snidely before making his way out of the cistern; back towards the Ratways entrance and out of the sewers, not giving the man a chance to respond.
     

    Rekamennos

    Account closed
    "Jetrestas..." She murmured to herself when the door snapped shut behind her inside of the Moorside Inn. Venus felt the sting of someone watching her, and had heard perhaps the language she conversed with Jonna earlier. People were showing up in Morthal, of all places, when it was usually quiet. She didn't quite understand that even though it was open for all of the public at their convenience.

    Venus sighed, leaning against the back of the door and looking down to her red leather covered feet. She swallowed, the silence of her room making her heartbeat audible to her ears despite there being awful music played by Jonna's terrible taste in bards in the main room of the inn. She switched her long, chocolate brown hair to one side of her head, and she adjusted the red face mask upon her mouth. She wore this to conceal most of her identity. Sure it didn't do much, but all many would know of her was the hair, and her eyes.

    "Jententres Munkastes Destrasa..." She sighed, slowly, as if she could actually see the breath leave her lips in the warm fire heated room that spread from the center of the inn. Turning around, she grabbed the knob of the door, and she turned it heading out once more. Jonna, from of course the turn of her eyes over to the bar, was busy tending to new customers that occasionally came in for dinner. She moved, eyes falling upon the one who met in the energy signature they gave off, sitting in the corner by the fire. Venus swallowed once more, heart beat slowing down however it wasn't very audible anymore. She closed and locked the door to her room behind her, and she sauntered as silent as the wind over to a seat next to the man. The quietness of her footsteps would not alert him of her presence until the moment she sat down.
     

    Kir the Silent

    Until Your Flesh Is Consumed
    "I can taste your fear/No...not fear, nervous perhaps?/ The question remains." Poet spoke without turning his head or making any movement at all. It was the stranger from earlier no doubt, she was exceptionally lightfooted. He prided himself on his senses and yet he hadn't even heard her until she had nearly reached the chair beside him. "You're very quiet/But not quiet enough lass/I'm trained for such things. I can almost hear/Your heart beating, in the dark/Why does it beat so? If you wish to sit/Near the fire, I have no/Objections to it."

    Whether she sat beside him or not after he had become aware of her presence was up to her. Poet knew what he looked liked to most, a dark robed figure covered in scars. His pitch black hair accenting his frighteningly golden eyes that seemed to pierce one's soul. He didn't know what the woman wanted, perhaps nothing more than to share the warmth. But if she had gotten close enough to stick a dagger in her spine she meritted watching. However, this could be a problem. The inn was supposed to be empty and she was supposed to sleep until morning. Well, what has happened is done. He thought to himself. He would cross that bridge when he go to it.
     

    Rekamennos

    Account closed
    She sighed, listening to the man next to her make efforts of communication. It was one problem she had with the people here, which is the main reason she tried to avoid towns. Morthal had become the perfect place for her due to the fact that it was always deserted. Jonna, the innkeeper, was quite intelligent and avid on picking up her unique tongue. It didn't take long for Venus to teach her Debnic, and soon she was able to find a friend within this world she is very much alone within.

    She focused on her mind, closing her eyes as she waited a few moments before they reopened. She wished at this moment she had a hood, because like him she could hide the bright hollow white depths of her eyes that now began to glow through. It was literally as if her eyes had disappeared, and the glowing white energy mist that replaced him was her soul from inside her physical shell. Her hands began to match the color of her eyes, as well as the glowing texture. Venus tapped gently into the mind of the man next to her, knowing that her words would be translated from Debnic through mental communication into a form of speech he could interpret. "I don't know your tongue, traveler, so speaking with me is almost a waste. You come to the Moorside Inn for what purpose? Many don't come to Morthal these days, and for the sake of Jonna I make it my business to intervene. If you're here to cause trouble I suggest you find your answers through me, or take heed and get out of this place while you still have the upper hand. You will die if you fight me, and that's not a threat it's a fact."

    She spoke with no emotion behind her words. She spoke like an experienced woman of battle. In Dabney, the Shadow Caster race to which she was native were dominant over the regular human race. They were leaders, not followers, and the weight of her wise tone full of demanding respect put forth that understanding. In her words, the way she spoke that so articulate and strong, she was as solid as a rock. The weight of the power she held within her energy was overbearing already as it was. Venus had a calmed, cool composure. Her beating heart from before had lifted, and she was comfortable staring her honey eyes into the fire.
     

    death raider

    Thalmor Ambassador
    Tinkles had now learned her fellow sisters name and Tinkles gave Cassandra a little warm smile which she rarely gave to people except from those she liked. Tinkles and Cassandra talked for a while during the delicious meal her brother Poet had made and Tinkles could get used to this kind of food. Over the last few months Tinkles had been feeding off scraps, and anything she could afford, which wasn't much and this kind of food was the best she had tasted in a long a while.

    Tinkles liked Cassandra and Poet and she could get comfortable to this family, unlike... unlike... unlike... Tinkles didn't want to think about the past, but there was no way of her hiding what had happened to her and how she was in a family filled with hatred, lies, betrayal, deceit and murder amongst each other. Tinkles was lucky enough that she hadn't gone completely insane like the rest of her old family and especially that bitch of a guild master.

    Tinkles finished her meal and she then heard Poet announce her was leaving and before either Tinkles or Cassandra could say anything he was gone. Tinkles turned to Cassandra and decided to make a little bit more chat with her.
    " So Cassandra is this your first family with the Brotherhood or have you had dealings wiht them before?" Tinkles asked, interested to see if any of her new family had been with another family like hers.
     

    dunklunk

    You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.
    What a f***ing asshole, Juggles thought, while picking himself up from the ground. S***head didn't even stop to help me up or see if I was okay.

    He finished dusting himself off, then entered the Flagon. Making his way to the bar, he passed a few vendors along the way. He ordered an ale and the barkeep just nodded. Upon receiving his drink, the juggler then asked to see Delvin. His answer was a raised eyebrow and a scowl from the barman.

    Tell him it's about Buttons, he stated. That should get his attention.
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    The barkeeper nodded and headed off to the right into the shadows, hearing faint whispers and movements of chàirs sliding against the stone floor, first Vex merged out passing Juggles giving him a slide glance making her way towards the other area of the guild and was soon followed by the other members, leaving Juggles alone in the Flagon, or so he thought "What do you want juggler?" Came a booming voice from within the shadows where only an outlined silhouette of a man could be seen
     

    A.Auditore

    maybe...
    A chuckle came from the shadows, as he stood up and walked into the light, holding his arms out to his sides "And what makes you think she's even here? And if she. Was what makes you think I'd even let you near her?" He crossed his arms over his chest "I think you've done enough to our sister, juggler"
     

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