K’lahu tried to suppress a grin as the group debated punching Taban in the crotch. “It’s not far it’s just a twenty minute walk or so.”
K’lahu waited a few moments to let the group finish their meal and gather their equipment, and then she led them through the streets of Port Nyanzaru and out the gate towards a rundown house in Malar’s Throat. Without knocking K’lahu and her two guards walked through the door.
Standing inside was a large man who was wearing studded leather armor, as K’lahu and the guards entered the room he picked up his spear and shield.
“There will be no need for that Taban, I’ve just come to collect what you owe me, just pay up and there will be no issues.”
Taban looked at the guards and the group as they entered the room, “So you think you bring some mute muscle and I’d just cough up the money. I’ve fought ten men at once in the arena, what makes you think this bunch is so special?”
Lily skipped along the street with the others. As they went, however, she started shedding her colorful outer clothes, stuffing them into her bag, until she was back down to her dark leathers. She pulled her hood up and checked the multitude of daggers hidden about her person, the blades all blacked and sharpened.
They reached the house to find a defiant Taban ready for a fight.
"Still think he'll stand still and let you do what you said, Lily?" Oskeld turned to whisper to her.
Anticipating the end of diplomacy, Burk giggles and readies his shield before skipping forward and positioning himself just out of the reach of Taban's spear and replies to Taban's challange, "Because we go right for the jewels, my good man!"