Among the corruptions of poison (Open)

[Encon Sageron]

A heavily robed figure slid into the Tavern seating himself in the corner as many patrons ignored his display. Though, they probably already knew what he was and what he did. He expected atleast abit of action from one of the bystanders even if it was a lame ass job. Money buyed everything and even the respect of Encon the Immortal Swordsman. With an amused chuckle he removed the scarf covering most of the important features. Basically it was the clean-shaven face, neck-length hair and the mysterious ocean blue eyes that showed an obvious lack of scarring or experience.

The usual barmaid moved to his humble corner handing him the usual drink of mead. Encon disliked the taste of strong whiskeys and elegant champagne and mead was his preferred drink.
He bowed his head to the barmaid as she moved down to the other patrons serving several other drinks. There was no lust in his eye for her beauty. The Rogue wasn't the typical male.
"Excellent, it seems no one requires someone dead tonight. Must be the area Im sitting in tonight"He muttered before letting out a playful growl. Afterall, he was like a cat in his own way.

[Shadowy Figure]

A shadowy figure was sitting at a nearby table. He was one who none knew. He was dressed in a simple robe, with a hood over his head, and a spell over his face. A small toss, and a bag of gold with an envelope landed discreetly at Encon's foot.

The envelope was unmarked, and was nothing special, and held a two sentence note, in the handwriting of more than a few people. Each letter, in fact, was written by a different person.

You are to kill the Archmagus, Izlin, and the fallen priest Vidar. Payment in full.

Inside the bag was no shortage of coin.

The shadowy figure, not even waiting to see the man take the gold, disappeared through the door to the tavern.

[Encon Sageron]

Encon glanced at the bag and envelope at his boot. Someone clearly took an interest in his job, but the Rogue cautiously opened the checking for any secrets though he saw the gold.
He read the envelope unfolding it as many patrons continued their drinking. Slowly he thought for several moments pondering how he should find these men. The Archmagus should be easy to find, he thought to himself but now wondered where his next target would be. These man had to die, it was only business.
"I should start working at once"He smirked at his job gripping his leather backpack as he stepped out of the tavern.

The blonde-haired Rogue was now pondering on who his customer was. He often thought about his clients, but knew this person probably did not want to be known. Though, he now hoped that the Archmagus was well-protected because the task was clearly difficult but enough to complete. Maybe alittle wait inside would help him out. But, investigation at the Academy of Magic or somewhere notable would help alot more.

[Martel Kilyre]

From her spot wandering the floor, checking drinks and making sure everyone had what they wanted to eat, Martel had seen the exchange of gold. It wasn't surprising. Infact, it was downright common. Her tavern was becoming a haven for shady characters to meet other shady characters and have shady contracts.

Sighing, she refilled a mug with mead and scooped up the debris left behind at another table, balancing it on her tray before wandering abck to the counter. Yes, the tavern business was very predictable. The man would perhaps order something to drink with his new money, become in a sincerly better mood, then leave to do the job of whatever the the other figure had asked. Martel refilled two more drinks and set down the jug on the counter.

[aframalak]

Afra pushed open the doors to the tavern and entered watching a young man in light brown leathers pass her by as she entered her eyes looking at him only for a moment her cloak hiding her blond hair beneath as she moved once more inside, from under its dark blue hood she saw two people and several other mulling around talking , quickly she moved to the bar and slipped off the hood of the cloak .

"may i have a drink of water please, keep" she asked softly her voice soft like a summer breeze but the sword across her back under the cloak said she wasn't the soft maiden that she looked like as she placed several coins on the bar in front of her.

Taking the water he had placed in front of her she drank it quickly and motioned for him to refill glad of the cooling effect that hit her throat as she drank her journey here had been long, dusty and tiring one and now all she wanted to do was cool off.

Afra sighed she hoped coming here she would find what she had lost a sense of purpose and belonging that she had not found on her journey .