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Sorry I haven't posted lately. It's been pretty hectic.

Demetrian, in comparison, slipped a bit of his specialty over the time spent in the Bannered Mare.

"Tell me, do you have a lamb ssstew? I've heard Sskyrim had the best lamb sstew this side of Black Marssh!" He laughs happily and sits at the bar just a single patron away from his target. He spent his time eating and sipping at a tankard of Honeybrew while jovially swapping stories and entertaining the other patrons with a bit of Alteration trickery, including making Rufus's trousers suddenly -and briefly- turn into a dress! The drunkards all got a good laugh from that and even Demetrain was having a good time, genuinely enjoying his game of Cat and Mouse.

Demetrian kept on in the windows for a moment before taking a few minutes to map out the way around the house, looking for creaky floorboards that might give them away later.

"How well can you hold your ale, Brother Mikhail?" He asks as soon as he's done.

Demetrian grabs Mikhail's wrist and holds him in place.

"Do you not think, Imperial?!" He hisses under his breath so only Mikhail can hear him. b]"I don't care if you can see in the murky depthss of Black Marssh! Someone needs to get in and get information, the key to our success. Where does he sleep? Are there signs he doesn't live alone, or even has a bedfellow? Does he have a guard dog? Answer those questions and maybe we can both go back home with sssome meassure of pride in a job well done."[/b]

"Interesting.... Go now and check his house out first. If needed I will distract the guards while you use your key. Going to visit him is no good if you bump into a table and knock down enough plates and bowls to wake the city, will? After that, perhaps we should get a light meal at the Bannered Mare just so we know a little of what our target looks like..."

Sorry for the posting delay on my part. I'll have something up by tomorrow at the latest.

Demetria's hadn't stopped grinning since the 'slimy' comment, knowing full well humans could get considerably slimier than any Argonian.

"Relax, Mikhail, today we are tourists exploring Skyrim's cities, nothing more." He says simply as he steps down from the carriage. "Mingle. Listen to rumors. First we learn, then we meet our friend. Just like my time at the Academy."

Demetrian decides to bite his tongue, figuratively, and simply nod as he grabs his pack from the floor and starts changing swiftly. He'd notice she hadn't looked at them much, but hadn't thought anything of it at the time. He'd imagined she simply hadn't wanted to be saddled with new Brothers, and it showed now.

"You ssuprisse me, Ssister. I had not expected you to be... He paused as he searched for the word he thought best. "Respectful of modesty. It is a nice change of pace."

I just figured the driver would know where we're going. And if he didn't, he was incompetent and soon to be dead. :)

"We know enough." Demetrian says as he watches out the carriage window. "Rufusss Delehan is wealthy and sspreads it out. He injured the pride of our contracter, and will die now. All we need to know, Mickhail, is his name and where he iss. We will learn more at the city this carriage takes us to."

The argonian gets inside and settles in, wrapping his tail around his side. He takes the contract out and holds it out to Mikhail.

"hello, Sister." He says to Delaweiss with respect. "I apologize for the wait."

"I will make ssure our target iss killed, Sisster." The argonian hisses as he takes the envelope and bows before he turns to join the human who didn't seem to realize all of what he saw.

"You are an archer then?" He asks as he catches up without much effort. "That might come in handy if we can catch our target out in the open. Since you didn't wait for me to read our contract, clearly you know the way. Please, lead us to the kill."

"The Tenets say not to kill a Brother or Sister, and as these plants are as deadly and unassuming as you certainly are, I will refrain from hurting them." The Argonian replies, bowing respectfully. "The first rule of the school of Ilusion is that nothing is what it seems."

"If you're ready to entrust me and another with a contract, I'll gladly listen to the detail and start planning if I choose to accept it." It had been too long since he'd felt the thrill of murder, and Babette had him down to a t when it came to not caring about the travel.

Deciding to step outside of his comfort zone when it came to his skill, Demetrian next went to see Babette in the garden. He stepped carefully through the plants, following the paths, until he stood a few feet from the child.

"Greeting, Miss Babette. I am Demetrian Magnes, one of the newest members of the Dark Brotherhood. I'll gladly listen to anything you may wish to speak about with me."

Come on, guys, I know we've got stuff to do in real life, but it's been weeks. You could at least say if you're going to be able to post soon or not, right?

"I will make you a deal." He says jovially, smiling. "don't take my sweet rolls or consider me husband material should tragedy strike, gods forbid, and I won't consider you a mother figure."

"If you ever wish to discuss our art, I'm sure we can give eachother the occasional insight." He nods respectfully and leaves, taking his time to think about which one of his more experienced comrades to converse with next.

Would check in does not mean can check in.

Demetrian started committing the tenets -especially the sixth one- to memory as he listened to Nazir tell them about the other members of their new family. Some did catch his interest, but another Argonian that utilized the strength of the unreal and worked on the weakness of minds and wills? That was interesting.

So, after he found a place to change into his new armor and adjusted it to his body so it didn't aggrivate his scales, he went to talk to Kud-Skar.

"Hello, miss. I'm new to the family, but was told I should talk to the others around her, introduce myself. I'll get around to the all eventually, but I felt compelled, no pun intended, to speak with my fellow and now doubt superior illusionist. I am Demetrain Magnes."

"Light armor and a hood. It's all I need. Anything else doesn't feel right." The Argonian says, tail flicking to make himself seem agitated or worried.

"Innocence, my brother." The Argonian whispers to the door, slipping inside last of the four. It was a calculated risk, for the others could easily set up an ambush, but the time allowed him to cast his protective spells before stepping inside.

You don't stick a bare hand in a viper's nest, after all.