Melany
*The low snarl caused Mox's whiskers to twitch, imagination or not something was off about this situation. Lowering his right hand from the table Mox placed it on the grip of the short sword hanging from his right hip. While it wasn't idle it was the best for defense he had in the confined Inn if things get dicey. Completely missing that the barmaid was called till the mug is sitting in front of him.*

*It takes him a few seconds but he does grab the mug. Eyeing up the shackles as they are revealed to him. He let the jackal continue their speech, drinking through the ale slowly as he weighs the words.* "Sounds as if my pockets will be full in no time them." *He answers as his drinking companion stands up. For a second he stays, having seen the flick of a tail to indicate there may be more, staring into his ale as if it would give him an answer as to how to deal with this situation. It didn't take long for him to put his mug back down on the table and collect his halberd to follow.*
Clarence
The vulpine's cautious reaction seemed to catch the canine's attention- and luckily, in a positive manner. A seemingly satisfied hum escaped the jackal's muzzle, tapping his claws across the wooden table in ascending order before he would finally turn to leave. Deftly weaving between patrons, his pads made naught a single sound over the weathered floor, his form flickering as he tread upon dim lights. 

The outline of his cloak was the only beacon for Mox to follow, leading to a dim alley few ways off the inn. Were the vulpine to follow him, his tail would slip between the lower gaps of his cloak... But it was not a canine tail that revealed itself. It was more akin to a scorpion's, a serrated spine that curled overhead with a crude blade at its tip- more lethal than any stinger nature could procure.
"Tell me, fox," The jackal muttered, slowly turning to regard Mox, his intense crimson gazed fixed upon the vulpine's yellow eyes, "Have you ever been in chains? Bound by wrist and ankle, whipped until you could stand no more? Ever been treated like a mere *Dog*?"
Melany
*Mox did follow, but the further they got the more he became unsure this was a good idea. The alleyway did not look inviting when he stood at its maw, taking the plunge as he stepped forward to follow. The movement of the tail drew Mox's attention as he stepped deeper into the alleyway. Following the movement cautiously as the Jackal speaks.*

*Mox thought on the best response, this situation required caution. Whoever this was they were dangerous.* "I have not. No intention of allowing myself to be either. What they do to our kind is a cruelty and an insult to us all. I deeply grieve for the fact you have had to endure that, I do not even wish to imagine how that felt."
Clarence
The alley was every bit as uncanny as the jackal dark and murky like every place where shady dealings take place. Though beastkin senses allowed both of them to tread through the narrow streets, past the point any 'decent' elven folk would be willing to venture, one might curse their sensitive nose all the same.

The jackal's posture screamed of looming danger as he spoke, yet his rancour did not seem aimed towards Mox. "Entire generations of our kin grew up and perished in chains. Some are captured and broken into submission sooner or later..." His gaze travelled upwards, distant and lost in thought, but his aberrant eyes were not able to hide the long-suppressed memories of anguish in his mind.
"Even fewer... Refuse to grow complacent. Those are taken away in the dungeons... To be used as lab rats for sick and twisted experiments. Turned into monstrosities that hardly resemble their kind anymore." He growled, his tail violently thrusting into a nearby granite wall. The malformed blade sliced deep into stone, crushing parts into shrapnel before curling back over the jackal's shoulder. "But the elves cannot hide their mistakes forever. It is time we remind them *Why* They put us in chains. It is time to remind them *Why* They feared us."
Melany
*Mox's cloak protected him from any fragments of the stone as the jackals talk destroys part of the wall.* "I see." *He answers. All of this was new to him, the experimentation was something he had never heard of himself till now.*

*The jackal could see the foxes ears fold back as he weighs what has been said so far. This sounded like a lot more then what he came here for. He came here for gold, for work, but what was being discussed could lead to something more or a bloody end. But then again, what have the elves ever really done for him.* 

*It takes a few seconds but those ears go back up to standing at attention. The tension starting to loosen from his form as he looks to the jackal with less suspicion on his gaze.* "That's a daunting task you speak of. One would assume it isnt taken on alone?"
Clarence
The jackal's fur had briskly stood on end all the while he spoke, ears folded flat against his temples. Lips had pulled back to bare his razor-sharp fangs. There was genuine hatred in his words every time he referred to elves, one rightfully earned after a lifetime's worth of pain and suffering at their hands. 

"I have allies where I need them, but this burden is mine to bear. As it is to all my enslaved kin suffering every passing hour at the hands of self-righteous swine," He growled these words like spitting venom, his voice deep and rough as gravel, all the while remaining low enough to not resound past these alleys.

"You need not follow me on this path. Your freedom is your own, and I am no elf to have a say in it. There will be gold and blood where I tread, and I will not rest until every last shackle has been broken under the smouldering ruins of this empire. This, I swear."
Melany
*Knowing now that the bitter anger wasnt direct at him allowed Mlx to relax a bit more. The jackal was dangerous but he may be able to be worked with.* "Golds not a concern depending on how this goes. Long as I can get a client to hire me for a time now and again so I have enough to keep my gear in shape and fill my belly I'm content." *Mox dismissed the notion of following for gold with a wave of his hand. Money was always secondary, a necessity, but long as he had enough it didnt matter.*

*Juggling his halberd to rest it in the crook of his right arm he offers the jackal his left hand.* "Consider me an ally then. All I can offer is my strength and my skill if it may be of use to you."
Clarence
For a few moments, the jackal's expression seemed to soften, accepting the vulpine's handshake. The steel in his gauntlets was unnaturally sharp and cold, one that could chill Mox to the bone if he held it with a naked palm. Yet the fire his eyes burned hot as ever until he would finally part his gesture.

His muzzle arched upwards, closing his eyes for a few seconds to sniff the air. "Smell that? A storm's brewin' above. Run along now, brother. Seek shelter on their walls of stone while they still stand. When the time comes I shall have need of your talents, you will know."
Melany
*Mox'a handshake was firrm as he endures the cold of the jackals steel wrapped grip. Following his gaze to the sky for a moment, only able to catch the damp scent of the alley and lingering taste of fear that permeated this city.* "Mox." *Hr offers, giving the jackal a name to call on when he needs assistance.* "May the sun warm your back on your travels brother."

*Letting go of the jackals hand he lifts the halberd up on one shoulder again as he heads for the mouth of the alleyway.*
Clarence
*"Mox.."* The jackal muttered, making a mental note of the vulpine's name. "Should you find yourself confronted upon your darker ventures by dubious folks, tell them you work for the Revenant, and they will leave you be." He stated as an indirect means of introduction, subtly bowing after parting his hand. 

Dark tendrils flicked around the jackal's formed as he turned away, padding deeper into the alleyways. Every sound he might have made faded alongside his form as if he was never there to begin with, naught but a faint whisper echoing from the dark before the jackal was fully gone. 
*"Shadow hide you, brother."*