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<blockquote data-quote="DralonXitz" data-source="post: 3527969" data-attributes="member: 20083"><p>The Pugio inquisitively takes in and calculates the actions and reactions of his would-be assassins, observing their quirks, habits, and mannerisms. Discerning some unique eccentricities from within them, he thinks to himself, <em>"There is truly something unique about this group, particularly of the changeling..."</em>, softly eying Nix's schizophrenic patterns. </p><p></p><p>Puffing again on his cigarette, he coldly glares at Avram's act of rebellious defiance, and using the same arcane talent as the bold assassin, he flicks the cigarette from the man's mouth, and crumples it in the air, sprinkling the ashes over the man's clothes. Smiling, he mockingly remarks, <strong>"You are not the only one to possess simple magical talents my base blackguard"</strong>.</p><p></p><p>Turning to Melchior, he is somewhat pleased with his transformation, instantly reflecting his reputed talent for assuming new identities. Still aware of the fractious sentiment shared by the two, he softly nods to him and says, <strong>"Impressive my friend. Let us hope that your optimism finds itself equally effective in the cosmopolitan halls of Kundarak, lest you should find your amorphous body missing it's abstract head."</strong></p><p></p><p>Turning back to Avram, he receives his jesting inquisition with all the stinging venom coated in by it's owner, and internally remarks, <em>"This man truly does bear the biting rhetoric of a Pugio. It is too bad he wouldn't live long enough to enjoy the fruits of a career within House Tarkanan."</em> Maintaining an air of dignity, he replies, <strong>"Charity work you say my dear Soloman? I can certainly see where a man of such a truly opulent and esteemed acting career as yourself bares, enjoying such a most <em>infamous</em> reputation as your parody of the cloth has brought upon such personage as I am forced to suffer at the present, most untold of caches of wealth and coinage as to employ one's self in the tranquil occupation of sloth for an eternity. Yet my dear friend, for some reason, I do find you here before me now, which may indicate a certain need for resource of some sort, be it simple pleasure or the material kind. Should you find me an employer that pays better, present such to me, and I shall be sure to dispose of said manager swiftly, saving you a warm companion in the after-abyss. However, for the time being, I suppose I shall suffer no such revelation or amusement, and because of such, I believe the pay will suffice."</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>"As for your other question, one while most certainly reflects your novice attributes as a blade to be sure, I have procured for you a small apartment in Upper Central, about 15 minutes from the financial sector, and only a few moments ride from the manors of the dwarven lords, so you shall find yourselves based in the heart of the action, so to speak. I am sending one of my aides, Yelon, to accompany you as well. He shall not venture out, however, shall maintain your residence, and is a former Aundairan bookkeeper, and is rather familiar with your new employment. </strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>While the majority of this occupation shall be devised by you four, I have, for some unknown reason, a small sense of pity for the unfortunate, and have managed to arrange a small beginning for your operation. Tomorrow at midday, on 136 Jalon Ave., about 30 minutes from your new abode, a local wine-celler is holding a small convention within their galleries for importers to display their wares. A number of well-off Dwarves shall be in attendance, and may provide you some leads, should you utilize them effectively."</strong></p><p></p><p>Finishing his smoke, he crushes it in his hand and pours the corpse upon the wooden table, the ashes softly dissolving into the air. Dusting himself off, he concludes, <strong>"Unless there is more you need, I most certainly hope this meeting is resolved. I would suggest you procure some new attire as well, for I have never seen respectable men garbed in such...primitive and foolhardy wardrobe. With that, adieu."</strong></p><p></p><p>As the Pugio finishes, he waves his hand, and the attendant walks in, opening the door to the outside lobby. From the open hallway, you also hear the soft sounds of a coach outside, and the halting of horses.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DralonXitz, post: 3527969, member: 20083"] The Pugio inquisitively takes in and calculates the actions and reactions of his would-be assassins, observing their quirks, habits, and mannerisms. Discerning some unique eccentricities from within them, he thinks to himself, [i]"There is truly something unique about this group, particularly of the changeling..."[/i], softly eying Nix's schizophrenic patterns. Puffing again on his cigarette, he coldly glares at Avram's act of rebellious defiance, and using the same arcane talent as the bold assassin, he flicks the cigarette from the man's mouth, and crumples it in the air, sprinkling the ashes over the man's clothes. Smiling, he mockingly remarks, [b]"You are not the only one to possess simple magical talents my base blackguard"[/b]. Turning to Melchior, he is somewhat pleased with his transformation, instantly reflecting his reputed talent for assuming new identities. Still aware of the fractious sentiment shared by the two, he softly nods to him and says, [b]"Impressive my friend. Let us hope that your optimism finds itself equally effective in the cosmopolitan halls of Kundarak, lest you should find your amorphous body missing it's abstract head."[/b] Turning back to Avram, he receives his jesting inquisition with all the stinging venom coated in by it's owner, and internally remarks, [i]"This man truly does bear the biting rhetoric of a Pugio. It is too bad he wouldn't live long enough to enjoy the fruits of a career within House Tarkanan."[/i] Maintaining an air of dignity, he replies, [b]"Charity work you say my dear Soloman? I can certainly see where a man of such a truly opulent and esteemed acting career as yourself bares, enjoying such a most [i]infamous[/i] reputation as your parody of the cloth has brought upon such personage as I am forced to suffer at the present, most untold of caches of wealth and coinage as to employ one's self in the tranquil occupation of sloth for an eternity. Yet my dear friend, for some reason, I do find you here before me now, which may indicate a certain need for resource of some sort, be it simple pleasure or the material kind. Should you find me an employer that pays better, present such to me, and I shall be sure to dispose of said manager swiftly, saving you a warm companion in the after-abyss. However, for the time being, I suppose I shall suffer no such revelation or amusement, and because of such, I believe the pay will suffice." "As for your other question, one while most certainly reflects your novice attributes as a blade to be sure, I have procured for you a small apartment in Upper Central, about 15 minutes from the financial sector, and only a few moments ride from the manors of the dwarven lords, so you shall find yourselves based in the heart of the action, so to speak. I am sending one of my aides, Yelon, to accompany you as well. He shall not venture out, however, shall maintain your residence, and is a former Aundairan bookkeeper, and is rather familiar with your new employment. While the majority of this occupation shall be devised by you four, I have, for some unknown reason, a small sense of pity for the unfortunate, and have managed to arrange a small beginning for your operation. Tomorrow at midday, on 136 Jalon Ave., about 30 minutes from your new abode, a local wine-celler is holding a small convention within their galleries for importers to display their wares. A number of well-off Dwarves shall be in attendance, and may provide you some leads, should you utilize them effectively."[/b] Finishing his smoke, he crushes it in his hand and pours the corpse upon the wooden table, the ashes softly dissolving into the air. Dusting himself off, he concludes, [b]"Unless there is more you need, I most certainly hope this meeting is resolved. I would suggest you procure some new attire as well, for I have never seen respectable men garbed in such...primitive and foolhardy wardrobe. With that, adieu."[/b] As the Pugio finishes, he waves his hand, and the attendant walks in, opening the door to the outside lobby. From the open hallway, you also hear the soft sounds of a coach outside, and the halting of horses. [/QUOTE]
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