47th of Spring, 512 AV
Across the smoldering campfire he regarded his companion, the man's features having a dark cast to them in the firelight. They're subject was no less grim, but it was an interesting one and something that could see them both rise in fortune. The premise was simple, crash a party between a band of men and cause of full scale brawl, and perhaps even a riot. Then in the chaos of the riot they would take those to drunken to understand, tie them up and either sell them as slaves, or keep them if Rayage said they were suitable to his purposes. His associate remained cryptic as ever on how he was using the men Darian was supplying him with, but luckily Darian didn't care. He was getting paid, and was given a purpose and in the end thats all that mattered to him.
"So any idea which camp we want to crash?" Darian asked, pondering aloud, and as he did he shifted slightly on the dirt ground to get a bit more comfortable.
Across the smoldering campfire he regarded his companion, the man's features having a dark cast to them in the firelight. They're subject was no less grim, but it was an interesting one and something that could see them both rise in fortune. The premise was simple, crash a party between a band of men and cause of full scale brawl, and perhaps even a riot. Then in the chaos of the riot they would take those to drunken to understand, tie them up and either sell them as slaves, or keep them if Rayage said they were suitable to his purposes. His associate remained cryptic as ever on how he was using the men Darian was supplying him with, but luckily Darian didn't care. He was getting paid, and was given a purpose and in the end thats all that mattered to him.
"So any idea which camp we want to crash?" Darian asked, pondering aloud, and as he did he shifted slightly on the dirt ground to get a bit more comfortable.
