'I hate this city, it's always so damned busy. The smell of the depraved is sickening and this city sure is full of it. Good for business though.' Silas thought as he pushed his way through swarming folk around the marketplace, his keen eye easily picking up pickpockets, thieves and scoundrels at every turn. But he had no time for them, he had business to attend to and this was just a stop along the way.. A feeling of uneasiness lingered over him, something he had never felt before.
'Not sure how I'm supposed to find him in this mess of people, why does he always insist on meeting in these busy places. Surely he can't be that afraid of..'
The thought died immediately, Silas was a busy man and encounters with unsavory folk were rather common. He certainly couldn't bother to remember every man he'd had to knock some sense into.
'I guess he just doesn't trust his safety around me anymore, but do I ever trust him a lot more with my gold.' The thought made him laugh, loyalty could much more easily be bought with a broken jaw and convincing threat then the entire wealth of the Vaults of Abadar.
Ever watchful, even in this mob he can find his mark. The man he was looking for always tried to give the impression of nobility, but at closer glance anyone can tell that the clothes he wears are filthy and ragged, patched up by an amateur to be made wearable.
"Took' ye long enough, been waiting 'ere for nearly an 'our" the man said as I got close.
Silas pulled out a sack of coin from below his cloak and tossed it over to the man. He seemed to be a little wary of the weight. "That's three months up front, works taking me out of the city and I don't know how long I'll be. Take your share and move the rest, if you take more then that though." A crack of his knuckles was enough to instill fear into him.
"'Eh there, I learned me lesson.. it won' be comin' to that. Do you wan' da misses to kno' the name of her benefactor." I paused for a moment to think about it.. but this is how things need to be.
"Don't mention my name... She must never know.."
"Aight then, 'ave it your way." and he scurried off into the crowds. The feeling has only gotten worse, it was as though he was being watched.. not only that but he was being drawn towards it. He began to walk into the crowd again, unaware where he was going and unable to stop.. or maybe he just didn't want to. Eventually he did stop..
A man with a glimmering wizard's ring, his forehead red as though it was pressed up against something too long greeted him with a yawn..