[Flashback]Revenge and a Funeral: Part One.(Leviathan)

[Wystern]

"The hell just happened?" was the thought rushing through his head. Did he just condemn, Perdar, was it, to his doom? No. There was only one. Only one, good. Wys reached for the sword as he got up and sprinted to the end of the alley. The mas was about nine feet away, Perdar was there, knocked unconscious. Shyke! An hour into Sunberth and he already saw his face. This isn't happening. Wys slipped the hood and tightened it to where his lower half of the face couldn't be seen. He then ran out of the alley and headed straight for the bouncer, happy to see that no more of them were there. The bouncer turned around, but it was too late. Wystern drew quickly, aiming straight for the kill. The blade gleamed in the sun as it glided through the air on its path to the target. He felt the katana slice through the muscles, its increase in speed when the windpipe was cut through. A flash, a splash of blood, and then a head hit the ground. Wystern was standing there with a drawn katana, and pissed off. He flung the sword, leaving a slight trail of blood on the ground, and quickly sheathed it on his way to the old man. There was a small crowd in the streets, starting to slowly vanish at the sight of murder. The body fell, convulsing in a pool of blood. The sound of a sick thud rang through the Knight's ears when the body hit the ground, following the head. A fitting end for those who thrive on the weak-willed, and it was ironically funny to die at the hands of the "kid" who had more conviction. Wys turned around and Perdar was starting to wake up. That's just great, Wys's temper just got the better of him. He called his horse, and grunting as he did, loaded the beggar onto it. He climbed onto the saddle, almost slipping from the blood. Time to find a hideout, quick.

[Kelpie]

Luckily for Wystern, there was no one of importance traversing the streets of Sunberth just then. Perdar had watched with amazement as the younger man easily overtook the bruiser, and before he had gripped the back of his raggedy clothes and tugged him onto the horse, he had stretched out a leather claw and swiped a wooden coin into the palm of his hand. “Thanks, sonny.” Said Perdar, then motioned with a thin finger toward a hallowed out building with boarded up windows. “There.” As Wystern and the horse arrived, Perdar slid from the saddle, tapped his cane lightly on the ground and began to move toward the back, where a small opening was carved into the side of the wall big enough for a small child to pass through but was more akin to a doorway. “This house is often used for us beggars to lounge in at night, if the bruisers don’t get us.” He explained. He crawled in, dust caking onto his bony knees and knuckles, then stood, not bothering to dust anything off seeing as it added to his off standing demeanor. There was a moment before he grabbed Wystern’s hand and placed the small coin he had received earlier into the young man’s palm. “This will be useful if ye want to find Enent. After seein what ye did to his bruiser, I think ye can take ‘im.” He settled himself on a nearby crate, taking out the bag of rations Wystern had given him earlier to check for any more signs of delicious grub.

[Wystern]

Wys turned around, looked at the wall in opposite of the door, walked up to it, turned and slammed his butt onto the ground, untying the sheathe from the belt. It was quiet scratch the sound of Perdar's eating. Adrenaline was starting to drop. Wystern was just realized that the hood was starting to cut the blood circulation of his face. With a sigh, he dropped his face into his hands, and rubbed his eyes. Time to recall just what the shyke happened. He killed a man in cold blood, but that didn't particularly bother the Knight. Has anyone seen him? What of the beggar? Is he a liability? Will he become one? Two hours here, Wys already killed a man, and was probably seen. If the other guys with the tats find the body, will they look for him? Too late to do anything about the bouncer, Wys just had to keep a steady head on his shoulders. Wystern chuckled at the dark humor. What's next? Maybe it was time to find his old boss. Would Wys recognize him?Would he recognize Wys? So many questions, so few answers. The Knight looked at the beggar again. "Let's get back to what you were going to say before we were...interrupted. And please, don't skip out on the details, will you?"

[Kelpie]

Perdar cackled maniacally. His full belly lightened his mood, and his face seemed a lot younger than normal. It was clear he was in high spirits. "Where were we then...? Ye wanted to know where the papers were, in the safehouses. Yes yes, the safehouses! Have ye noticed there are some doors marked in red? That be them... or at least where the bruisers come from ye see. As for the thieves, I dunno anything about no one running no thieves." He paused, scratching his chin. "Ye got a token there, so it should be easy gettin in. But if you want to cause a ruckus leave my name out of it, ye see? I'm just an old man wanting some peace and quiet." He chuckled, "What else did ye want to know, sonny?"

[Wystern]

Doors marked in red. The security's quality has certainly decreased. Why not just paint the building lime-green while they were at it? And leave the gorillas in front of the front door. Nothing's going to be given away here; and still, if the beggar wouldn't tell him, Wys would have never guessed. That is almost as frustrating as it is annoying. "Alright, I have a better question for you. Who gave away the most jobs here, give or take twelve years ago? Jobs that included fencing, stealing, lots of gold involved. Some thieves were killed every now and then to cover up the deeds. Not exactly looking for a particular job, but someone should know something about that. Try to pull that out of your memory, think really hard," Wystern said, cleaning the sword. The horse didn't like being in a cramped building, he didn't either. There was a long list of things he didn't like in this place so far, starting with the present company. "Answer that one for me and I'll leave, and you will probably never see me again." He was ready to leave, exit that door, any second now. The decrepit smell of the shack, the dirt, the dust, the whole damn city screamed leave. He will, but all in due time.

[Kelpie]

Perdar rubbed his hands together. “Ah, now that I can only tell ya the first name. Not much more than that, since rarely do people speak of ‘er. Sadin is her name. Real pretty that one. Now how to get to her is another question, can’t help ya there, kid.” Outside the streets were relatively calm, but many brutes were stationed at corners, searching for the man that had slain one of Enent's own. Wystern would require some sense of low-key trudging to escape being noticed.

[Wystern]

Wys smirked, "wouldn't happen to know where that woman is, would you?" the smirk widened into a smile and Wystern received the answer he expected."Fantastic, thanks," Wys finished. He reached for the door's handle and paused. Should he dispose of Perdar now? That man could be a liability. What if they find him? The beggar owes the Knight nothing. Wys felt the cold stare on the back of his neck where the crest was. The beggar didn't see, the hair covered it, surely. Perdar didn't know anything about Wys; Wsytern was just another mercenary here, with a lot to prove and some work to do, wasn't he? The beggar didn't try to kill him, he didn't look like killer, he couldn't even fight when he was being taken. No, if the gods were watching over him, then it would be a betrayal of their standards, would it not? No matter where he was, he is expected to uphold that creed. To an extent. Wystern sighed and moved the handle, carefully looking outside. Goons looking for him. The horse whined, telling Wys to hurry up, its rider just threw an annoyed glance at it. "Shush, I'm trying to think," the Knight whispered, crossing his arms and leaning against the door. He rubbed his eyes and then temples, trying to figure out how to get out of the deep shyke. Where to begin? Where to end? He wasn't seen, likely not. He was quick, his face wasn't shown. What of the blade? Would they recognize him with the sword's shape in play? He's not the only man in the world wielding such a weapon. What is there to do? So many questions, so many he didn't know the answers to. He would have to find Sadin somehow later. Sadin was personal, slavers weren't. Time to calm down, if he gets too nervous it will be the death of him. The slavers had to go, the brothels had to be gone, Enent must die. Perhaps with a crossbow shot from a rooftop. It was a lot of work, but it's not impossible, that army is small and he is fairly trained. Maybe a simple talk will do? Perhaps not, after all, the pawns weren't likely to ask too many questions. What to do then? Back to square one, find Enent. Find out more about him. See if he can be reasoned with by asking around. If not, kill him. Then find Sadin and get answers. Somewhere along that schedule, he had to find the time to see Rogue's friends give him a funeral. It all came down to a sequence. He had to just get out of their sight first. He's a natural liar, it shouldn't be that difficult to fake a body language. Just look them in the eyes, keep the palms open, keep the breath steady and don't let the heartbeat out of control, which is far easier said than done. No room to get on the horse, just have to lead it by the reins. Slow, you are escaping, but not running away. Act natural. Wys sighed and almost stepped out of the alley, realizing the stupid move he was about to make. No, they are looking for the weird outsiders here. It's better to go back into the alleys and find the way out. He moved back, had the horse turn around and just follow him, as uneasy as it was. Pig's Foot was the destination again, regardless of how difficult it may be. It was one of the safest places where nothing is safe.

[Leviathan]

OOCI gotta ask you a few things Wystern before we get too much further into the story Surprisingly, Wystern's recurring destination was reached without much difficulty. He did see several of Enent's bruisers, massive looking men, walking around town. It seemed that they already stopped their active searching, though their eyes were still wandering, almost in a paranoid sort of sense. It made no sense that someone would kill one of them and vanish. Didn't the assailant know who they were? They weren't used to conflict like this, especially not from one that appeared no more real than a ghost. Wystern could have easily left town, never have been suspected for the murder, but his task would never be fulfilled. Once inside the tavern, Wystern would hear the rumor, it had already spread, one of Enent's guards, they weren't push-overs by any means, was slain in cold blade, and not a soul knew of it. It was almost a joyous little feeling knowing you vanished like the wind, to hear your own tale as if you weren't even involved. Still, people were suspicious, any foolish actions might give him away for the man the Bruisers were waiting for. Without a doubt, they'd be more on guard at least.

[Wystern]

The situation almost made Wystern smile. How he killed somebody, followed the code and on top of that, vanished without a trace. He was literary among the last people to possibly be suspected of such a thing. He was so young, didn't seem like he could really do that much damage. He didn't even look like he was a Syliran Knight. And that look was practiced heavily by the young Knight of Syliras, so much so that it was alost an instinct. Especially in a place like this. And if he would break the funny facade, his shoulders would broaden, his eyes would widen, and his lips would show no emotion and not a single soul would doubt that the man is indeed trained and capable. Capable of killing in public and getting away with, vanish without a trace, just like a damn ghost. Wys felt something inside of his right glove as he was making his way towards the bartender. The coin that Perdar gave him. It had some weird symbol, part covered in grime. He tried to brush it off with the cloth and saw that the coin had an "E" on one side, and the other had a dagger painted on it. In black. Over gold. The bastard's been making his own money now too? Pompous ass. Wys almost blushed at the irritation. But then again, it was simply a token, something to constantly recycle and sell, like a pass into an exclusive brothel. Disgust overcame the irritation, and finally Wystern realized that it is in his best interest to hide the coin and not get unwanted attention. "I petching swear to Tyveth, I will kill him so hard, his men will see red for decades," Wys mumbled angrily into the ceiling and to himself. He took a stool at the bar and simply waited for the barman to get to him. Pig's Foot was almost always crowded, and it took a bit of a knowledge to get around it, but Wys was far from natural. If anyone would recognize him, it would be the owner. But that didn't matter, not at all. All that mattered is what the other man knew. "Hello, my man, I need some water," Wys said and placed an empty waterskin in front of himself, and started waiting until the man came closer. "I heard this story about Enent's goon getting slain. Do you know where I could find the man by any chance? I'm looking for a bit of work here and there, and he seems to need another set of hands; and a head from what I gather."

[Leviathan]

Old Thomous, a man roughly six and a half feet tall and as burly as anybody possibly could be, and despite being old he looked very capable of separating heads from shoulders, walked over to Wystern. His request was simple, and although a few men chuckled (what sort of real man orders water anyway?) at Wystern, he leaned in. "Eh? Aye, you 'eard right then. Not even a bell ago. They says it wasn't rob'ry though. The man had his money on 'im. Still, the others seemed a bit unsettled. There was something taken, nobody said what it was though." Old Thomous had a twinkle in his eye and a faint rumbling chuckle in his throat. He obviously knew, but wasn't talking. The old man, Wystern might have recalled Thomous around town as a child, except much younger and almost charming for a Sunberth man, reached down and took Wystern's waterskin to fill it, but he didn't move. He was smart enough to know that the request for water wasn't Wystern's purpose for being here. It was answers he thirsted for. "Find a man? Depends on the man you wanna find. I'm sure the body is in the same place as the killer left it. If you want that man, he can't tell yeh much but he ain't goin' nowhere. They'll have Doctor Petrecious examine it for sure. He's fairly new to Sunberth, but he's already got plenty o' stories on him. Like he can talk to the dead and shyke like that." Thomous left briefly to refill the pouch and returned a few chimes later, mainly after talking to a few other patrons at the bar. "Lissen kid. You ain't from 'ere I reckon, else you'd know better than to be askin' about things that don't concern you. Unless you want to turn out like tha' goon that went and got himself dead, I wouldn't ask no more." Thomous handed over the filled waterskin, there was a mischievous grin on that face. "Of course, Old Thomous likes to tell a good story now and then, if you be willin' to dance with Daggers and Death. Here's your water sack, on 'a house." Thomous knew, not everything, but more than most in this town. Hell, there were even stories about him about being in deep with certain Sunberth factions. One could never be sure of anyone in town. On the other hand, Old Thomous obviously knew something, more than something, but a lot. Probably everything Wystern needed to know at that moment, about Enent, his henchmen, his work, his power, the amount of control he had over Sunberth. It was true he controlled most of the prostitution in Sunberth, but there was still so much he struggled for. "Coin Halls" as they were often called, were known to be controlled by another entity, as were various noble businesses in his pocket, such as local shops, the larger of two doctors' facilities, and many others. Sunberth seems simple to foreigners, as if law doesn't exist, it's every man for himself, and to an extent it's true. Only a Sunberther knows that there's always someone in control, and that person is both the most dangerous person in town, and the one in the most danger. Enent was one of those men. "Not a lot of folks coming to look for information on murderers though. Some might say that's a bit suspicious. Some might say, more suspicious because they be foreign. Enent likes foreigners. Not born in Sunberth, had many years here, but people were racist at him. No anymore of course, but they was."