[The Pig's Foot Tavern] Completely Suspecting (Cade)

[Andalusia]

Sunberth - The Pig's Foot Tavern 13th of Spring, 512 AV People stopped often sometime within the day to examine the wreckage, the bits and pieces of rubble covering the few windows that remained intact since the Djed storm. There was much to be salvaged, and ever since the storm's dying out, a lot of them have been going out of their way to repair the precious tavern. The shape of the building had thankfully survived the storm unscathed, although there was much damage to be repaired. Too many memories and experiences would be lost if it were to be left to rot. Andalusia surveyed the little cracks that formed along the wood and stone, feeling a strange urge to trace her fingertips along them and feel what it must have been like for someone to see it form. A terrifying sight, assuming the size of the gashes. She tread carefully through the entrance, careful not to step onto any broken shards of glass. The tavern look smaller than before, despite lacking it's usual crowd of jovial, loud and outspoken customers. Whatever torches remained hung were still damp, strangely, and others had fallen to the floor, snapped into pieces. The gaping holes that peppered the ceiling provided enough sunlight to brighten up the room, and it was in fact, a very beautiful sight. She was surprised to see quite a bit of vegetation grow into the room, vines crawling up the crumbling walls, bushes sprouting out of the cracks in the floor. She assumed it was due to the storm's unnaturalness. Icy puddles littered the room, some mixed with the blood of an unsuspecting man or woman. The raven-haired girl winced at the memory, and the hail that burst through the room to pelt whoever was within its range, injuring or killing who stood to take the impact. Picking up a fallen stool rolled underneath a shattered window, she made her way towards the bar and propped it up there, gingerly taking a seat in case the stool were on the brink of breaking as soon as she put her weight on it. The few people around her pulled the few remaining tables and chairs that were left undamaged, preferring to sit and dine near the door, far too afraid of the roof possibly caving in on them at any moment. They were brave, willing to enter the tavern despite that, although not enough, it seems. Life was precious to them, even if some of them refused to show it. She propped her leather-clad feet up the wooden bars that connected the legs together, and smiled triumphantly to herself when it didn't make a single sound that hinted that it may be breaking. She must be too light. She sighed, looking around the bar to see that no one was around to take orders or offer her a drink. The ones who entered the tavern and stayed by the door served themselves food and drink, or brought in their own, clung to the nostalgia and comfort that the tavern had always brought them. She was too shy, too embarrassed to help herself to whatever was in the kitchen or on the bar, however, she wasn't all that hungry in the first place. She brought down the hood on her cape and rested her arms on the bar table, twiddling her thumbs with a bored expression on her face. It was quite obvious that she was expecting somebody, or else she would have left by now. Stifling an impatient grumble, she turned and scowled at the gaping doorway, the blinding light from the outside practically making it seem as if it were the entrance into paradise. Scoffing, she turned back to face the bar and continued to twiddle her thumbs and examine her nails, clean and neat after a morning's bathe in the lake tucked deep within the Northern Wilds. Gently raking her fingers into the waves of jet-black curls that cascaded down her back and shoulders, she began to drift into a little daydream as she continued to wait.

[Cade]

The half blood myrian entered the tavern remnants, his hand never straying far from his longsword. His eyes quickly picked up upon the beautiful huntress, freshly recruited into his guild and now waits for what Cade has in store for her. He slowly approached her, eyes examining her pale skin matching her curves to his vivid imagination before his svefran blue eyes locked into her pretty emeralds. Most that lingered in the ghost of a tavern new who Cade was, the berthian barbarian and butcher of many. They rarely glanced up at him and the ones in his path made sure to clear as he made ground to his target. His chest was exposed with many battle scars that littered his body, signifying him as a warrior of many conflicts. The tattoos of piled skulls on his right forearm were marks of his confirmed kills and they piled over forty. The savage wore battle and death like a cape for all to see.

Any given day Cade would have the pleasures of a beautiful woman such as Andalusia, but those were not his intentions. No his intentions were more business and blood letting oriented for he received a contract suited for her skill sets and Cade was going to capitalize on the opportunity to see what she was made of. Today Andalusia was going to kill and Cade was to bare witness.

His progress stopped a pace from where she was positioned, his eyes broke from hers to scan the area before taking seat. " We have a job, you and I" He was quick to get on with it. He wasn't even going to order a horn of mead for he wanted his wits about him on this mission. "I only need to know one thing before we go forth Andalusia, are you ready to kill?"

[Andalusia]

Heavy footsteps came bounding towards her direction, and she could almost feel the raddled floorboards bend at his powerful strides. A few creaks, a slight snap, and then there he was, scanning the area as he sat next to her. Her cheeks flushed at the sight of bare torso, her eyes quickly shifting to meet his. They were sharp, fierce, and bright, quite a lot like hers, although she knew that they probably had different reasons for looking that way. "We have a job, you and I," he spoke seemingly with an air of seriousness, not wanting for any small-talk before the mission. He had to get to the point so they could begin as soon as possible. She nodded silently, her movements tense with anticipation. She began making different little scenarios and assumptions in her head, ruling out a couple of possibilities. "Delivering something, no..." that was too simple, she thought. It wasn't long before her little musings were cut off by a remark of Cade's. "I only need to know one thing before we go forth Andalusia, are you ready to kill?" It struck her a little bit, it wasn't something she really expected. She stared at Cade, hoping to find a hint in his expression that he were joking, or talking about hunting game, but it was obvious - there was no humor, no misunderstanding. Andalusia's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, a flash of innocence filled her irises; eyes that could never dare see its own hands commit murder. But it soon faded away and in flooded a glaring look of determination, heat, and blood lust. She rose to her feet, an alluring smirk finding its way to her lips unknowingly. She didn't stop herself. "If need be," she said simply, pushing her manteau aside to clutch her bow. "Or, if you want me to," her smirk broke into a mischievous grin as she finished her sentence.

[Cade]

Cade could smell Andalucia's innocence of the kill, a sense that did not waver his confidence in her ability. She may not have killed a person but she was a hunter and Cade needed her bow this day. The barbarian moved a stool closer to her, taking seat then leaning in close so their words will not be over heard by people that make profit on collected information.

"Our employer wishes his competition dead. We have been contracted to slay a slave trader by the name of Tyrone Charr. I know this man and he is well protected by his hired swords." He paused letting the danger sink into the girl's mind and thoughts " Now I could go in sword and all but a better tactic would be to get him at range. This job would of gone to Antar but he has not been in town for many seasons so that leaves you with the acquired skills for such a task. My contacts inform me that Tyrone will be leaving town in the morning heading to Zeltivia by foot. That gives us a few hours to set up ambush and lay in wait for his caged wagon and himself to come in range of your bow."

Cade then straightened up in his chair looking about the soggy tavern before setting his sights upon the prospect. "You up for the task?"

[Andalusia]

The way Cade looked at her with unwavering uncertainty of her abilities, only fueled her determination and self-confidence. Andalusia sat back down and leaned in when the man did so, holding back the want to fidget around in excitement. She scanned the number of people in the tavern, and almost felt compelled to look underneath the bar table, but she knew that everyone visible was severely out of earshot, and anybody hiding would still be incapable of deciphering Cade's words. He was a professional, his methods well-practiced, she knew he wouldn't speak so carelessly. "Our employer wishes his competition dead. We have been contracted to slay a slave trader by the name of Tyrone Charr. I know this man and he is well protected by his hired swords," Cade spoke swiftly, his voice seemingly the ghost of a whisper, so soft that Andalusia wanted to press her ears against him in order to hear him better. Thankfully enough, she heard all the details. If this man was a slave trader, then it made things much, much easier. Killing a man who trafficked humans would loosen up her chest and the weight on her shoulders, indeed, if she ever had such weight from the prospect of killing. She glanced down at her bow and quiver of arrows, buckled tightly around her hips, and knew that her skills in archery were going to be involved quite heavily. "Now I could go in sword and all but a better tactic would be to get him at range. This job would've gone to Antar but he has not been in town for many seasons, so that leaves you with the acquired skills for such a task. My contacts inform me that Tyrone will be leaving town in the morning heading to Zeltiva by foot," he added, and she twitched at the familiar place name. Zeltiva was her home for a long, long time. She shook herself out of a daze that was slowly threatening to pull her in and distract her, and continued to listen. "That gives us a few hours to set up ambush and lay in wait for his caged wagon and himself to come in range of your bow." she smiled excitedly, hands making their way down to clutch at her bow with a brisk nod of her head. "I understand, but I believe I'll need to warm up quite a little bit, practice," she turned to Cade with wide, calculating eyes, "we have time, don't we?"

[Cade]

The girl was not shying away from the job but it seemed she needed time to brushen up on her skills. The barbarian nodded his head in agreement, he could afford to de rust his ranged combat as well, for practice made perfect. " I agree, we have some time to practice. Lets go north into the wilds a few yards and target practice if you wish?"

Cade was handy with a crossbow but his body was build for close quarter combat making his skill focus upon the blade and martial. But he new the importants of the bow and will never underestimate the damage it can do to a battle field.

"You lead the way sweetheart!" The barbarian ordered getting up from his chair, waiting for his accomplice to lead them to a safe practice area.

[Andalusia]

Andalusia merely nodded as Cade suggested the wilds. It was basically her home, after all. She dusted away her manteau and adjusted the weapons strapped around her waist and thigh as they began to make their way out of the tavern. "Lead the way, sweetheart!" Cade exclaimed, and she stifled a small chuckle from the remark. She'd never been called that before, but it was rather funny, maybe even endearing. Dante seemed to find it amusing as well, as the Luvanor tittered in delight at the sentiment, bounding his way next to his master with a happy expression on his face.

She led her horse down the streets, Dante taking long steps alongside the both of them, and Cade walking right behind her. Not many people were out and about just yet, as most of them haven't even had breakfast, or had no way to have it. It was a long, quiet walk to the exit, where the messy mix of dirt and cobble that made up Sunberth's roads cut into the beautiful green fields. Not too far into the middle of the rolling hills, midway to the wilds, Andalusia spoke up. "So, h-how are we... going to do this, paint... paint targets on trees?" she smirked up at Cade, who was now walking alongside of her. He was incredibly tall and large, and if anyone were not to have been acquainted with him yet, would've been horribly intimidated. Not Andalusia, however, she trusted the man for some reason. The way their guild works made her assume that they all looked at each other as brothers and sisters, and that was a value to behold.