17th of Summer, 513 AV.
Kyo stood on the ferry boat watching the shoreline intently. His gaze was not one of fear, nor of concern. He wore a look of anxiousness tonight. He had not robbed a caravan since his times with his family in the hills of Sylira, charging down at the caravans from time to time both to eat the travelers and steal anything they might have of worth.
Tonight he was formally hired to do what he would do for the simple pleasure of participating. But he would have to be far more cautious of the men he now sailed across the lake to meet, then he would around his own family. For all he knew they intended to cut off all the loose ends once the business had concluded... Kyo knew this and steeled himself for such an outcome.
The ship docked at it's moored dock nestled in the Southern Trading post. The usual guard detail eyed Kyo with more than a bit of curiosity for as usual during this kind of affair, he was in full battle gear. His spiked armor and gauntlets only served to further accentuate his Wolf's Teeth Club.
He took no concern of their stares and walked off the boat toward the designated meeting place in Malfasar's Beer Hut. A simple beer hut for traders waiting to get into the actual city with their goods of all kinds, and the place where tonight's plot would be revealed to Kyo.
He approached the door and without hesitation barged in to the bar, nearly hitting the barmaid who was happening past the door as he entered. "Apologies sir..." she said with a polite bow, hurrying back to her duties. Kyo paid the incident no mind, his mind fully occupied by the prospects of tonight's festivities.
He peered about the room and noted a trio of men gathered at a table all armed much as you would expect brutes and thieves to be. Kyo found he fit in best with disreputable louts such as these. Though such men were still beneath him in his opinion. He walked directly over to the men then and sat directly next to the one with a nasty scar that had torn a large piece of his lower lip away, further disfiguring an already ugly face... Kyo was no looker either and respected a man who held his head high despite such scars.
He slapped down the notice onto the table as per the instructions, directly in front of the grotesque looking man. The man gave a toothy smile at the site and swiped the paper off the table placing it inside his studded leather jerkin. He gave a nod to Kyo and said "The name's Jim... friends call me Slip Lip, cuz I slipped my lip to many times at the city prison and got it cut right good!." The trio of men laughed heartily obviously finding the man's humor very amusing. "But you's can call me Slip. That big fella over their, Though not bigger than you it would seem (eyeing Kyo up and down and he spoke) is named Brutus. Brutus ain't very smart but he's good at clubbin ain't ya Brute ole boy eh?" Brutus nodded like a naive child who was excited to receive praise, taking a heavy drink from his mug of ale. "The last feller here is Slick, by accounts that he is a slick shot with his Crossbow, ain't that right Slick?" Slick simply raised his mug and took a sip off the top.
"Well now that we've been all introduced and we still waiting for the boss and Fidget, what might your name be stranger?"
Kyo looked up to the man Jim, or Slip, whatever the talkative fool's name was saying as Briskly as he could manage, "The name'sss Kyodaija, you can call me Kyo" Waving to the barmaid as he spoke "one of your ale'sss pleassse..."
Slip looked at Kyo with a cocked eye and whispered into his ear, "You're one o them snake people ain't chya?" Kyo simply nodded not wanting to bother with hiding his identity.
"Well now that is interesting..." Came the call of a man approaching the table.