Leslie
Kibaru finds himself standing under an awning attached to this towns equivalent of a tavern. Except instead of rowdy peasants its full of a bunch of stuck up nobles, typical of a town that prides itself upon its fine foods and wines. Infact they're *So* Stuck up that they refused service to Kibaru and he was kicked out, mostly due to a lack of proper attire. 

It doesn't seem like he's the only one being kicked out for improper attire as a towering man with shoulders half as wide as he is tall comes walking out of the doorway. Besides his size the first thing that catches Kibaru's eye is the fact his face is obstructed by a full face of hair. Only his hazel brown eyes are visible through all the hair, and they instantly fix themselves on Kibaru. Turning to face him he crosses his arms and states "You need work? Have gold, need fighter." Though his voice is deep it does little to hide the obvious accent and stilted speech.
John
*Kicking him out for attire was understandable, but from a tavern. The thought kind of shocked him. He wasn't offended, just sour cause he would have gotten allot of good info for trade with a bunch of nobles chattering about*

*Kibaru's ears would twitch and his mood lighten a bit as he looked at the towering man in armour. His interest was set on both Gold and Fighter.* "Sure. I'm interred."
Leslie
His armor is little more then thick furs seemingly taken from a variety of brown colored creatures. One can almost imagine how large a bear it would have taken to make sure this man was fully clothed. Regardless he takes a coin sack from his waste - a rather large one, all things considering and says "You look good fighter. Need to remove bandits... What say you?" He motions to the coin sack and jingles it almost to emphasize the coins held within.
John
*Furs, not this was a man Kibaru could make profit from. Not only now, but maybe also in the future. The question was, does he buy them or hunt for them himself*

*He would Grin at the man* "Bandits, I'll be happy help there, the question is: to scare them off, by killing a few. Or do you want as many as possible dead?" *He asked happy to get some fighting in again. He was starting to get rusty.*
Leslie
He tilts his head back almost in contemplation before resuming his former position and stating "They have object. Object need secure, kill all if need. Does not matter. Get object, get paid. Simple." He hooks the coin sack onto his belt and reaches behind his back pulling out a rolled piece of paper and pins the top of it under his chin pointing to an X marked on the map - which is a map of this area. He states "This near ruined tower. You know? Object is orb. Oiled steel, shines in light, many runes. Quite heavy - careful, no magic near or bad things."
John
*Kibaru would nod. A bit more detail wouldn't hurt, but he has made do with far less before* "This Orb, who did it belong to and why do they have it. Is it something people would go after again" *What exactly this Orb was didn't matter. All that mattered was the value. Not that Kibaru would steal it like this, not when under a contract.*
Leslie
He moves his chin up, the map rolling back into place as he slips it back into his back pocket satchel. He shakes his head in response and states "Too many question. Owner not important. Other information not good. You paid to get orb, no more or less." He looks around before stating "Sooner better. Pay is ten gold. Good? Five more if head of thief comes too." He assumes that Kibaru managed to get a good view of the map before putting it away. He points across the street to what looks to be a ran down establishment, an obviously drunk man stumbles out into the rain - slipping on some mud and face planting into a pile of horse shit. Ignoring the buffoon the hairy man states "I be there. Bring goods there, get paid. Okay?"
John
"Ok, then last question" *Kibaru did get a decent look at the map* "Do i send a message to other that might try and steal it other then just the one head?"

*Kibaru would ask as he looked at where the man pointed and sighed at the drunk*
Leslie
He shrugs and repeats himself "Just get orb. And thief head, for own joy. No message need. Speed is good." With that he sets off. His heavy feet sinking deep into the mud, but unlike most who would gets tuck he seems to drag his feet through the mud. This leaves deep trenches in the ground that seem to be filled in by the almost liquid mud surrounding it. Eventually he disappears into the building just as the drunk regains his footing only to face plant once more.
John
"AIght" *Kibaru got the message and immediately started to sprint to the direction of the mission. He would try avoid the mud as much as possible and put his mask on.*
Leslie
Thanks to his speed and the downwards pressure exerted upon the mud he manages to avoid sinking into the mud, though it does splash all over his legs. Running out of town in direction of where the map stated the bandit camp was, it does not take long for Kibaru to notice a smoke stack in the far distance. He estimates that at his current speed he'll arrive at the location marked on the map in the next hour or so.
John
*Kibaru didn't care much for getting dirty, he just didn't want to slip. Kibaru would continue running at this pace until he would be 10 mins of. Along the way he made sure to keep his ears open.*

*Kibaru's white wrapping around his knees and dow would be full of mud and his bare feet probably now wearing shoes of mud with his haste*
Leslie
Luckily for Kibaru people say mudbaths supposedly aid with skin health, or so alchemists tell people. Regardless, he may be able to frighten the bandits since he himself is beginning to look more mud then man with how much mud he's kicked up on himself. His keen hearing allows him to pick up the faint sound of raindrops colliding with the foliage of nearby trees. A grove of trees in the distance seems to have inhabitants, several hastily constructed wooden buildings and a small wooden fort. When I say small, I mean it - it's probably got one or two rooms. From this distance there seems to be about a dozen or so bandits, maybe less maybe more. They cannot see him yet.
John
*Once he started getting closer. His pase would slow and his nose started lightly sniffing. He also look at the ground for tracks and kept behind cover as much as possible to avoid detection*

*Once close enough. He would climb a tree not to far of, but still made sure he wasn't visible. He would quickly asserted the situation*
Leslie
The air is too crowded with moisture and the smell of wet dirt to pick up anything besides the barest hint of smoke. The ground is soft and the mud has allowed the tracks of many wild creatures to be imprinted. But these imprints do not last long, as they are washed away by the falling rain. No tracks of any note stand out - signaling that either anyone who has left hasn't left recently or that everyone is at camp. Climbing a lone oak in a field not far from this location he notices a lack of any major patrols around the grove. Everyone seems to be sticking around the enclosed areas or at least the tree covers to avoid getting wet.
John
"Well at least I can use this weather to my advantage." *He would try to log their numbers by sticking around in the tree before he would leaf*

*He jumped of after about 5 minutes and approached. If it was coming down hard then he wouldn't care about making much noise, but either way, he would a just his speed to the noise of the rain. The louder the rain, the less he cared about make noise moving forward. So his footsteps and what isn't audible*