Solo Dirty Deeds

[Imass]

Spring 19, 513

Continued from here

Garonn took note of the proprietor's words and responded only with his eyes. He thought of the cruelest things he could. There was nothing he could say to change this man's opinion and he knew it. He made a mental promise to himself that one day he would show this barkeep that he was not a man to be antagonized.

Without showing any signs of being intimidated, Bohir openned a ledger and started to copy some information from his book for the job. Staring at the man without a word eventually lead to the uproar in the background to die down. The whole situation was getting to Garonn and he just wanted to leave the place before anything else was said. Taking the paper out of Bohir's hands he said his name, "I am known as Garonn," Bohir seemed to assume the Akalak would want an alias, however the knight had no intentions in hiding his true nature, "I need no alias, I am a citizen of Ravok -- ser. If some one wants me then they are free to come try to get me," At the end of his sentence he slammed his sword back into its scabbared as if to make a point.

Refusing the drink the blue Akalak walked away with the entirety of The Spot looking at him. Fuming he walked well beyond the eyes and ears of the establishment before reading the directions on the paper. It took him a minute or two, but he finally figured out what he had to do. Garonn was to meet with a man known as Henry Dole Fischer at The Studio of Yae Varone who would explain to him further what he needed to do. Asking the nearest passerby were the location of the studio was, Garonn immediately headed off towards the meeting location.

[Imass]

Nearby the main docks, the Studio was located in the heart of the city. Garonn approached silently on a public Ravosala. He wore the fine white noblesman shirt, a pair of fine cotton breeches, and a gleaming sword swinging openly from his side. The Akalak was dressed like a first class nobleman, however his stature and blue skin gave away his foreigner status immediately. Garonn could not hide from his own deformed skin, so his strategy was to make it apparent to everyone what he was about. He would be completely transparent.

Stepping off the canal and onto the patio immediately brought all the attention to himself. Everyone around him was a rich and noble. The whole entire place was pompous and arogant in style. There was no rabble here, this place was way too good for the lower classes. Not only was Garonn on the opposite side of the economic spectrum here, but he was also on the opposite side of the social spectrum. The Knight knew immediately he had no buisness hanging around the Studio full of coffee drinking bastard, pastery eating liars, and ignorant brain-washed socialities. Everything around him was esquisite too. The furnature was expertly crafted and full of artwork. The little cute tables were covered with flowers and embroidered table cloths. Nothing on the patio seemed to mess well with the Akalak, as he found himself being looked at by everyone.

A serving man immediately approached the tall warrior before he could do anything. He was wearing fine clothing and had a towel around his arm, "What do you want? Lets not play games... you don't belong here..." Although Garonn didn't know it, but the server was actually a bodyguard in disguise. Luckily for both of them, the Knight agreed, "Aye, I am not here to play games," he whispered back hoarsly, "I am looking for a man known as Henry Dole Fischer. I am to meet him here for work..." The warrior gave him the note written by Bohir which was inspected quickly and readily. Nodding at Garonn, the undercover guard lead him into the Studio itself. The blue-skinned man followed readily.

[Imass]

Garonn was lead into the lounge area of the Yae Varone Studio. It was a spacious room was similar looking tables on a larger scale. The day was brisk so everyone was on the patio today. The serving man sat the knight on a table near the back of the room clear away from everyone and in the shadows. As the waiter walked away was when the Akalak sized him up, noticing a sharp kitchen knife stashed in his apron. It was nothing the the warrior considered extremely dangerous, but it raised his speciousness minutely.

Sipping on his own wine, Garonn waited for something to happen. Minutes became hours as he sat there leaning on his elbow. After a quarter of an hour of silent waiting, a man appeared from the room adjacent to them. It was a man in simple noble clothing and had an ale stinking beard. He was much smaller than the burly blue warrior, but stolid none-the-less.

The man came forward immediately and greeted the Akalak, "Welcome to the Studio of Yae Varone good...er- good man" Garonn immedately noticed the man was surprised at his blue tone and scorched face, "A-are you here about the shakedown job my good man?"

The Knight nodded, "Aye," and placed a hand on the pommel of his weapon. The waiter from early stepped forward from the hall way and made his prescence known. Tapping the pommel now, Garonn saved his grace and nodded at the waiter behind that man. Then he looked at the man who greeted him. There was an awkward silence.

Garonn spoke up and broke the ice, "I am known as Garonn by my enemies. I will retrieve this money for you at all costs, even at the forfiet of my own life,"

The man began to laugh at these words, but the waiter-guard remained stone cold. The man then sat down infront of Garonn and introduced himself, "I am known as Henry Dole Fischer or the one who hired you! Wow you are perfect! What are you with that blue skin? Your face is looks like melted candle wax wow!" Fischer began to pull the bellows of rage with his onslaught of words towards Garonn. The Knight let the little ignorant man small talk while he nodded and looked at the waiter. The only reason this Fischer guy was talking so much smack was because of his precieved protection. "Bohir did an awesome job picking you, wow if you were coming after me I would probally die in terror. What are you? Your an animal!"

Garonn stared the man in the eyes and barked, "Dont patronize me!" Good old Henry Dole shut his mouth and stared back at Garonn. The Knight thought of killing all his waiters and all his protection and just taking his money for himself. Although it might come off as an intimidation technique, the Akalak was just trying to establish the fact that he was serious and not a soul to be played with, "I am not here to cause troubles, but lets talk buisness. I am trying to leave."

Fischer looked back at him thinking, this time with a serious face, then he nodded slowly. "Yes, yes, you are perfect...I need two individuals shook down for gambling debts that are owed to me," the man removed a folded up note from his pocket and placed it on the table, "the descriptions are here and the instructions are simple: get the money... but don't use violence.... Dead men don't pay debts. Its that simple. Understood?"

"Verily, I accept," Garonn responded as his hand slid to grab the note, "All the information is here right?"

Henry Dole Fischer stood from his seat, "Yes Garonn. Their names and description and residences. Everything is up to you."

Garonn stood up and nodded to both men. Normally he would not acknowledge a retainer but he wanted to be in good standing with the Studio of Yae Varone.