After Robert had taken noticed of a guard's leering gaze, Syndre thought
it best to conceal his expensive pipe underneath the fabric of his hugging sash. He was happy to hear that the mercenary accepted his offer and the
blueprint to the favor he promised already began working in his mind. He rose
from his place upon the bench and his gauntlet graced appendage came into
contact with Robert's own forearm, a gloved hand firmly grasping in the form
of a shake. This action seemed to seal the deal they had created and now there
was some planning to take into consideration. Syndre would be busy the next
couple of days gathering more information about the man named Dorian and his
son that his newly acquired henchman almost killed.
"Tarsin's Boarding House, lower level, left hall, fifth room on the right...
Meet me there two days from now and we'll discuss our partnership in greaterdetail...," the shake was forceful and brief, as were his words as the city
servant began to stir from his composed stance. The rogue didn't give Robert
any information other than the location of where he stayed and the vague time
they would meet. There wasn't enough time to explain anything further, unless
the two men wanted to answer a string of questions that the approaching guard
would surely press on them.
Syndre wasn't too fond of the Ebonstryfe, they had killed his parents long
ago after all and the memories had never faded. Avoiding encounters with the leather armored enforcers was a priority, unless on a rare occasion where
a visit would prove beneficial. A lone hand rose absently to the slight swell
of his shrouded chest, the sudden thoughts of his long deceased family bringing
a leathery hand over his hidden necklaces. The cool metal of his two pendants,
shaped in the form of dark blue triangles, pressed upon the skin beneath his
silken shirt. He didn't look back to see where the mercenary had gone or if
the city guardsman was eve following. The thief had played this game far too many
times to keep track of, and he quickly weaved in and out of crowd of merchants,
making it difficult to track his path.
