Lester
In the unbarring heat of the Scorpion Den, the dark silkwing weaved among the crowd of dragons. Some with brightly colored scales, others with vibrant strands of jewelry or perhaps adorned with scars instead of gems. Dragons with 4 wings like himself and others with stingers, frills or gills. All of these traits were detected and quickly dismissed by the silkwing's watchful eyes.
 He looked up at the blaring rays of sun that filtered through the fabrics that offered minimal shade, grumbling under his breath. Something about how the den could afford to spend some funds on proper shading. The desert was unkind to his darker colored scales, making the heat absorb that much easier. That's why Adonis came prepared with loose linen to make his visit more bearable. He had finished an assassination job, something quick and easy. However, it was also in the Sand Kingdom of all places. 
*That's what I get for teasing Sanny a few too many times I suppose*
He thought quietly. 

The sign of a tavern caught his eye, making Adonis let out a sigh of relief at the thought of a cold drink. He ducked his head and slinked into the tavern, tilting his head and letting a content smile creep up his face in relief at finally being safe from the suns deadly rays. Who knows, maybe he would even be able to hear some gossip or news. Lots of things were brewing around the kingdom, and it was interesting to hear what dragons had to say. 
With a delighted hum, Adonis found a seat along the middle of the bar. He raised a talon to get the attention of the bartender who only waved him off, saying they would be there shortly. In the meantime, Adonis allowed his eyes to trail along the tavern, looking at the customers curiously while he readjusted the linen wrapped around his back to be more comfortable.
Houston
Yes please 
Ping me always

I'm into strangling /j

No fr, 
If I'm awake
Asleep
In prison 
Wanted in 39 countries 
Or dead
Jill
To Adonis's surprise the Bartender came shortly back to him, placing a crystal clear glass just before his talons, the ice cubes within the orange-brownish liquid still cracking under the sudden collision of opposite temperatures.

"The gentlemen there spend you this round"
The tall and bulky Sandwing said with a slight annoyed tone, probably already having quite the long shit behind him. He pointed with a nod of his head a couple seats to Adonis's right where seemingly another Sandwing sat, still visibly above average size even through the old and damaged robes with didn't only hide his face but nearly his entire wings as well.
A weird presence laid in the air, it wasn't the stinging smell of all kinds of alcohol neither the burned and smoked herbs... No... It felt as if he was watched, and that not only by the Sandwing that hid beneath the brownish fabric. 
The bartender sighed as he moved his snout further away from his new costumer.
"Anything else?"
With the end of his sentence his *Sponsor* Began tapping his claws against the polished counter, seemingly trying to visualise his eagerness for a confrontation.
Houston
Oh besides! If I'm not like- *Replying* To everything you wrote, or like referring to it- I hope you don't mind that
Lucille
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Lester
The soft clacking of ice on the glass made the silkwings ear flick, he swiveled around the find the drink and tilted his head. When he was told of who bought him the round, the silkwing looked to see the cloaked figure. 
The air sat still for a moment, thoughts making the silkwing tense. The situation didn't *Seem* Too dangerous, not in front of all these dragons.
* Besides, free drink in this heat? Why not?*
He was fully aware of the aura the Sandwing radiated, but was quick to dismiss it and see for himself what his attitude was, even as the stranger tapped his talons. He was mostly curious on what he did to catch his attention.

Adonis scooped up his drink and raised it slightly in the direction of the stranger with thanks, a charming grin adorning his features. He stayed where he was but turned his body to speak to him,

"Thank the moons above, my scales were *Not* Made for this heat. Truly- names Adonis by the way, who do I owe the pleasure to, hm?"
He smiled, taking a small sip of his drink, enjoying both the coolness of temperature in contrast to the warmth that it gave running down his throat.
Jill
The stranger replied by raising his drink as well, his cloak falling off his arms and revealing intense defined forearms, those muscles visible even through the thicker scaled parts. The Sandwing grinned slightly, his smile visible with the rest of his snout but his eyes were still a mystery. Another detail that wasn't seen often was a long braid hanging down from the back of his head with a metal accessory attached to its end. 
"Yeah, on days like these the silent words won't be heard under the blazing heat. *Cheers~*"
A riddle? The formulation was odd, no context nor reference to the Silkwings name request. *Silent Words* Was he insisting on a trusted conversation? It could've been one guess.

"Uncommon such colours for you kind, comes with its pros and cons, no?"
There it was again, it was subtile, barely noticeable in the short moments, but it seemed as if the chattering ambience in the tavern decreased its volume whenever that Sandwing spoke. The first time could've been the brain which focused on the words of the stranger- but it happening twice couldn't just be the heat that possibly cooked his head.
Just like the entire scene, which seemed to feel more out of the ordinary than longer you focused your attention on it, the same happening with the stranger Sandwing. Adonis's eyes quickly could notice more unusual details, like something smooth and reddish sticking out from beneath his robes which covered his wings, or an unnecessary amount of pouches being clipped around his waist as well as the odd looking whip-...At least it had the form of one, a metal handle, but it's length happening to be an entire metal chain which ended with something like a mace- less round and more sharp -attached to it. An usual weapon, for a guard as well as for an assassin. So those two stereotypes could be crossed, but what else could that stranger be?

He took a sip of his glass before swinging his head in a motion as if he was requesting the Silkwing to join him, his tail curling around his seat... Which end had a curved blade attached to his natural Sandwing weapon, for unknown reasons.
Lester
The appearance of the cloaked stranger made it more clear about his tribe, sandwing. Not uncommon by any means, especially here. The silkwing assumed he lived close by, if not in the den itself. Yet, that didn't give any clues as to why he spoke the way he did. Neither did it give explanation to the reason for such a defined physique. Yet as his eyes trailed down to notice the glint of a weapon, he wondered if it was a mercenary of some sort... Maybe an assassin as well? No, most assassins are more hidden, and he, himself, never got suspected due to his charming nature and lack of reasons to be seen as a threat. 
The only thing that made him seem different was the dark color of his scales and the muscle definition spread all along his body that remained undetectable for the most part until he flexed any. A sleeper build of sorts.

*I wonder if he does this with every dragon he sees, maybe this is a test of some sort... Definitely not the crowd I'm used to.*
That said a lot, due to the fact Adonis had encountered many dragons in his travels. Many different personalities he got along with and observed. From hot heads to calm murderers, and even silent shy royalty. They all had some way of finding even ground to talk and get to know well. Yet, this dragon? He just had to put his best talons foreword in this uncharted territory as he got up to set his glass down beside the stranger and gave his same endearing smile he always brought to new dragons. Adonis didn't sit down however, just stayed a comfortable yet close distance from him. He did have a weapons after all- and the silkwing was no fool. 

"Such is the way of life my friend, yet I know you find many animals seeking relief from the cruelty of nature. Surely I cannot be that uncommon to keen eyes like yours."
Jill
His eyes rested on the glass which was the only thing joining his company. Now the hood would lift itself slightly, just enough for the eyes to reflect the taverns light. The unwell feeling, a feeling that lingers in the wild nature of any being that encounters something out of the ordinary, fear. Maybe fear itself is too far taken... But in that moment those greenish eyes, so green that no emerald could ever define the same colour tone. The feeling of falling before waking up from that nightmare, that feeling was similar to gazing into the eyes of that stranger.
"What's the holdup, hm?"
He leaned his head calmly back, causing the hood to fall backwards of his hair- which unlike other sandwing's, was messier with slightly more volume. Now that the warm tavern light filled the face of this stranger- he looked way way less intimidating, in fact, his facial expression seemed calm, the lasting grin marking his humour for making things unnecessarily dramatic. Silencer's eyes followed the gaze of the silkwing, leading him to his whip, then a warm chuckle escaped his snout.
"Oh that? Don't worry about it, it doesn't bite~"
Of course a weapon wouldn't harm anyone without someone to wield it, but his comment made it feel almost hilarious that Adonis hasn't taken his seat yet. 

"Oh I have seen and met extraordinary dragons before, all unique in their own way, either cursed or blessed by nature. I'd say the second is here the case~"
The Sandwing said, in quite the same charming tone as Adonis spoke... Almost as if he was one of those to use charm as well for their benefit. Eventually he'd nod his head towards the seat beside him, causing the braid to gently swing within his motion.
Lester
The silkwing kept his same expression, even if underneath his mask he was uneasy- something told him that this dragon was more important than he might realize. However he couldn't put a talon on it just yet and that was enough to make his antennae twitch. 
Yet- as he met those stunning eyes he felt everything grow still, just for a moment. He quickly snapped out of it when he spoke again, making Adonis blink. 
*The holdup-? The holdup is I don't know anything about you and you seem to be a dragon with an occupation for killing, just like me. Who knows if you're here to chat or to get after my head. By all the moons- I know many dragons want it.*

When he made the comment about his weapons Adonis couldn't help but let out a snort. Of course the weapon wasn't the issue as much as the dragon who held it was. Or maybe it was a jab at how cautious he was- although to be fair, he had every reason to be. The silkwing rolled his eyes and decided that if he really was a murderer- at least he would die and not have to endure another talk with Sanny. Free ticket out of his deal? Sure why not. 
Taking a seat, Adonis took off the linen and sighed in relief as he could stretch his wings out, listening to the Sandwing. 
"Pft- flattery won't get you anywhere honey tongue. Although I don't particularly *Minddd~*"
He smirked, tilting his head to meet his eyes with his own crystal blue. 
"Although- I still don't even know your name. Mind to shareee?"
Jill
Slowly the dragon moved his gaze together with his head back to the Silkwing, playing his glass back down with a raised eyebrow, his smirk coming almost in a judging tone 
"*Honey tongue~*...Dear, haven't been called that in a while"
He lifted his head to the ceiling as if he was searching for memories up there that might've escaped through his head. He shook his head before flipping his tongue behind his cheeks, obviously thinking about something, possibly avoiding the curiosity about his name.

"Hm~ how about I share my opinion instead? You're quiet, not that messy like other assassins... But- it's recognisable you prioritise fun over profession during it, which does concern me a little~"
He spoke about it freely, not loud enough to be understood just as murmurs to the other guests, but he stated like his taste in certain foods, so casually. The bartender eyed the both of them for quite the while now, subtile, but definitely observing them. 
"-do me a favour and pretend I just told you you had gorgeous eyes, nothing out of the usual, no? I'm not interested in harming you neither selling you to someone. Or actually- how much for a hour of your time?"
The Sandwing gazed up into Adonis's eyes with an odd charming calmness- 
He knew things he shouldn't know... How much else he knew could pose a possible danger, but he insisted on their conversation to be held naturally. *How much for your time?* May sound as if the stranger wanted to buy him for joyful activities- but the turn their conversation took must explain a different reason for his request.
Lester
The silkwing took another sip of his drink, flicking his ear at his comment. He could feel him lift his head but didn't really care. He just stared at the glass, watching the condensation dripping from the sides before he heard the Sandwing speak again.

Anyones first instinct was to start panicking, to do something rash. Hell, some would have already swung a weapon at the mention of their true occupation. Yet, the Silkwing just tilted his head curiously.
Adonis would normally laugh and shrug it off if a dragon joked about him being a mercenary of sorts, but this one *Knew*. There was no mistake. No wrong way to interpret what was happening here other than the fact that he had no idea how the Sandwing knew of him. 
Instead the Silkwing let out a pout, having been read so easily when he usually did it to other dragons. It was a change of pace for sure- but not unwelcomed since it piqued his interest in the stranger. 
"I get the job done, that's all. I do it well- and I get along with practically any dragon so why not have some fun as well?"
He replied simply, his tail flicking subtly. His eyes looked to the side, acknowledging the fact they were being watched as he waved his talons

"Well aren't you a smooth talker hm~? Trying to make a dragon blush and it don't cost you a thing."
He laughed, sticking his tongue out playfully, his speech holding the message that his service would be free of charge. He had plenty of currency, there was no use to have any more. Meeting this dragon definitely added some much needed excitement in his life- that was reward enough.
Jill
"Don't get me wrong, taking pleasure from killing is quite the *Messy thing*"
The Sandwing stayed with another smirk, just got a second his mouth corners loosened to a barely visible smile as if memories would've hit that dragon again.
"...I mean, I for myself enjoy bar fights ever so often. Eventually even beef with guards or soldiers- heck, I love fighting, but I cannot think about a family father as an example- not returning home..."
At once with a quick motion, nearly as if it was medicine he gulped the rest of his glass down, a satisfied sigh following.

"I'd like to borrow some of your time~ not for what you're thinking right now"
He reached out for the Silkwing's chin, grabbing him closer to his face were daring eyes awaited the Ozean blue ones of Adonis'. 
"Follow"
He commanded, with a bit more serious tone. It was hypnotising witnessing those eyes from so up close and almost feeling the consciousness awakening again as soon as those wouldn't hold contact with your own anymore. The Sandwing calmly walked past the Silkwing and lifted his tail to slide the attached blade of his tip under his jaw as well- quick but without leaving the slightest harm, except for a higher heart rate eventually. The sound of coins clacking over the counter were followed by screeching stairs that protested under the weight of the stranger. 

Then he stopped to gaze over his shoulder with a smug grin. Despite having stated he wouldn't plan anything wild with him, bringing the conversation to a private room was still questionable, but from what that dragon has stated he wasn't taking pleasure from killing- so at least that was off the table.
Houston
Okay actually- I might fuck up the reply (-_-') I need more brain cell quality for this
Lester
The silkwing listened to the strangers words, trying to paint a picture on what was really going underneath. There was an air of unpredictability and mystery with him, something he didn't mind. It kept him on the edge of his talons. He thought to himself for a moment. The fighting part of his assassinations wasn't really the fun part, it was everything leading up to the killing in his opinion. The social aspect or even the lurking, the waiting to strike at just the perfect moment. 

Before he could comment on that the Sandwing had finished his drink and grabbed at his chin, making him widen his eyes ever so slightly. 
"Wh-"
He was cut off by his command, snapping his maw shut and giving a nod. His movements left him in somewhat of a trance as he watched the Sandwing walk by and slide his tail under the soft scales beneath his snout. Without any protest the Silkwing did as he was told and wondered what exactly he had in mind- did he misread his message? What did the stranger want with him? More importantly- how did he even know of him to begin with? 
The questions flooded his mind but he hoped for answers as he trailed behind, talons not making hardly any sound on the flooring. Talons of a killer that perhaps was on his way to being killed.
Jill
Their steps clearly stood in contrast, in fact- a view things are in contrast with those both personalities. Eventually he'd stop in front of one of the many doors leading down the hallway, pulled a key from beneath his robes which was attached to his necklace, and opened the door with an elegant swing after giving Adonis another glance.

Silencer shut the door with his tail right after Adonis entered the room and threw his robes just as all the satchels he had clipped around himself together with his whip onto the bed, so a *Fun night* Was definitely not an option he planned. 
"So~ you're obviously a great choice if dragons have to simply-...Be silenced. Unfortunately it's hard to work with someone that enjoys taking the lives of others..."
The Sandwing then turned around, taking a seat on the soft carpet while tilting his head towards the wall on Adonis' left. Apparently the room came with a very big framed map of pyrriah on the wall opposite to the bed, all kingdoms neatly marked with each of their cities and villages. With small knives sketches of dragons were pinned all over the map, some places had more... Some less... But all those dragons had one thing in common- Adonis could recognise most of them.
"Its hard keeping track of one single dragon- especially one that constantly travels, and the factor of you not having your eyes everywhere- makes it even harder to keep track of such dragon."
His head slowly moved towards his *Friend* Again. Who was he. How could this dragon have those informations- and why was he so confident hanging them up in a rented room? How many dragons were working with him?
"I will ask you something, and I request your absolute honesty, because I respect you an what you're capable of-"
Silencer raised himself from his spot and started to slowly walk towards the Silkwing, coming just as close as before with his golden créme figure and piercing eyes.

"Adonis, I need someone with skills like yours for an important job, one I'm afraid not even my colleagues are capable of doing. Before you panic, I accept a no as an answer. All of this-"
His gaze wouldn't fade off Adonis' eyes while he'd point with one claw towards the map. 
"-will be forgotten, I give you my word. I cannot tell you yet any details, but you will. Of course, this is not a favour, name me a prize you desire and find pleasant as well as fair for-...*Going all in*"
The Sandwing sat down again, his facial expression softening once more while his eyes calmly awaited an answer.
Lester
The Silkwing continued to follow him, his antenna twitching again as he absorbed the surrounding atmosphere. The smell of smoke and alcohol still faintly present in the air- as well as the warm scent of food from the outside. His eyes trailed back to the Sandwing as he pulled out a key and unlocked the door, gesturing for him to follow which he once again obliged to.

Adonis dipped his head as his talons stepped inside the room. As the robes came off, the stranger's figure was able to be fully captured and caught in the dim lighting. 
 There wasn't much going through his head like there usually was since he was waiting for the events to play out however they were going to. He simply quit expecting one thing or the other as he listened to him speak. 
Adonis kept a calm face on, collecting all he could from his words and not speaking just yet. Instead he let his gaze travel to the map, taking a step towards it and running gentle talons along the subtle grooves of where knives had once been. The pictures of dragons flooded his mind as something clicked between them all. The Silkwing's ear flicked as he kept talking, still looking at the map carefully. 
What exactly did he want then? What did he get himself into *This* Time? This was certainly a lot different than other clients he had been accustomed to. Especially in the department of straightforwardness. Yet, if this dragon knew him- he might as well hear him out. 

Adonis turned his head to meet the Sandwing's gaze evenly, not showing any signs of distress, anger or even confusion. Just simple acknowledgement that he was listening and understanding. 
When he got done speaking Adonis let out a hum. 
Just another mission? No. This was more than that... This was bigger than a simple murder. There was more to it. More steps- higher stakes. What was it all for? There still wasn't much he knew about the dragon to even begin with. So let's start there. 

"I don't mind you wanting me to help, you're charming enough to sway

Me. *However*. I would just like to know a few things before I give you a more direct answer. I want to know who you are exactly and what you're planning. Kill as many dragons as you want- I won't tell a soul. I don't care what other dragons do- I just prefer to travel and go where the winds take me. No need to start a fuss. The killing is just for the money to be able to do it more often. But you, you are planning something big, aren't you?"
The Silkwing asked calmly, tilting his head in thought while the corner of his maw curled into a tiny smile.
Jill
The Sandwing chuckled, his calm seriousness returning to something humorous once again.
"*Where the winds take me*, gosh~ you sound like young me"
He smiled as well, into an unknown space where only his eyes could see old memories. The way his body was painted in many scars... Scratches, bites, cuts, burns,... All the different forms of damaged scales variates from one scar to another. None of those scars seemed to repeat themselves, almost as if he learned from each single mistake preventing such from happening again. 
"Okay~ well, wouldn't make much of a difference I suppose...
Im known as Silencer. Currently the highest bounty in the kingdom of sand- tzh... And they still have no illustration of me. Heh- anyways... You'll get to hear more about me from *The others* Eventually."

Again their eyes would connect, now while Silencer leaned forward while standing on his hind legs. To close the door right behind Adonis he had to tighten the distance between them and while turning the key his eyes wouldn't move off the bluish sapphires, but eventually did after an uncomfortable long pause after the actual intended act-
He continued with ignorance towards what images he might've caused in the Silkwings head and also closed the round window on the other side of the room as he spoke.
"...The plan is quite detailed, but in short- *We* Will make an entire coalition of greedy market owners and Mafiosi fall and break their legs... Metaphorically of course~"
After pulling the curtains closed it seemed as if he finished the procedure of absolute privacy, he returned, hopping over the bed with an odd elegancy, before folding his weapon into the robes. 
"...Just so you know, we do not plan on taking not a single life. There won't be any execution needed... But your role will be to dispose of guards, in a none harmful way- you know how to knock a dragon out for a hours, right?"

All those bags together with his robes were placed on the floor beside the bed and while he was crouching he pulled out a bag full of scrolls from beneath the bed. 
"...For now that's pretty much all- except a view details, but now, tell me what you would desire in exchange of pretty much- *Possibly* Risking your life~?"
Lester
The Silkwing sat down where he was, tilting his head as Silencer finally revealed himself. He knew of most of the bounties of course, yet he didn't think the biggest one in the Scorpions den would find *Him*. It took a lot of cunning and careful thought to avoid detection like he did for so long. That already spoke volumes about his ability to plan and strategize. 

As he stared back into those rich forest green eyes he couldn't help but blink. He wasn't necessarily awkward, but more curious than anything as he started to close off everything to discuss further. An quick exhale through his snout showed how he probably should have closed everything to begin with, but no comment was made. As the Sandwing talked about making such organizations fall and how he intended to do it without bloodshed- Adonis couldn't help but admire the way he was going about it. Especially since it seems like this would benefit the right dragons, not just dragons with high coins to offer. 
" Interesting how you desire to take down such adversaries. Yes, I certainly can do that. I can render a dragon unconscious for a whole day if done correctly." 
He nodded, tail giving a gentle flick as his gaze trailed off, thinking about the time he did a certain trick like that. Such stories that he had long forgotten. Then came the question, what did he desire. What *Did* He want? He ran a talon along the underside of his jaw in thought, a once painful imprint resided just out of sight from other dragons. A furrow appeared on his brow as he answered calmly
"The only thing I could want... Hm.. I would have to think on that. Unless... Well no."
He shook his head, as if he was trying to get rid of the very thought.
"I would be perfectly fine if you gave me enough food to last me the nights."
He grinned, turning to look again at the map.