Peter
Yuuki, Shank, and Oshikuru have all mysteriously received a letter asking for your services in 'dealing' with some individuals that had cheated the sender. Nothing else is known, not even the name of said employer, but somehow they knew your names. Alas, it would seem you three aren't so picky as to refuse simple work for good pay. 
You three would wander the streets for a while, but after asking a few questions here and there, you three would find yourself at Frogcroak alley. The sun doesn't reach inside, creating a rather shady atmosphere. True to its name, you can hear frogs croaking from the nearby sewer entrances. You three would arrive around the same time, and are the only three in the alley way. Conveniently the nearby streets are somewhat empty with no guards in sight, an ideal environment for illegal dealings. You three still have a couple of minutes or so before it is noon.
Edward
When she arrived, Yuuki leapt up to a small overhang in the narrow alleyway, sitting with her legs hanging over the edge as she looked down over the area. She quickly identified and tuned out the background sound cluttering her ears; the croaking frogs, the bustle of people, distant beggars asking for change, it was all deemed unimportant and filed away. Now she could only wait for the people who would join her in this job, and get filled in on the details by whoever hired them.
Since there was no rush she checked over her equipment, scarce as it was. Tightening the straps of the armor hidden under her robes, ensuring nothing was broken, Yuuki was meticulous, making sure no details escaped her eyes. When the rather short self-inspection was finished, a light blue haze appeared over her lap, materializing a single-edge, blue gradient blade about the length of a greatsword. She held it loosely in her lap, waiting for the new arrivals.
Mary
*Oshikuru arrived at the alleyway in a brown cloak. His sword was normally would be worn at the waist, but he held it in his hand, disguised as a cane. He heard the croaking of frogs and beggars on the street, but ignored them as they posed no threat. He noticed a small figure on an overhang in the alleyway, a Kitsune with light robes and a long, blue sword. He remained standing in the alleyway, waiting for the other companion to arrive, and the person who would give them their job*
Laura
*Shank arrives, with his one handed warhammer. The feline is not as excited for this mission as the others, looking almost ashamed of himself for doing this. He bites what would be his lip if he wasn't a Felinid, although he takes a deep breath.*

"I need to do this. I can't starve. Not again..." *He sounds as though he's trying to convince himself to not give up on this quest.*
Peter
A couple minutes pass as you two continue to wait in the alley. Still no one in sight. Perhaps this was a joke? However, you three then notice a frog hop on over toward the three of you. It looks up at you with intelligence in its eyes. It then open its mouth
"Glad you three could make it. Seeing that all three of you are here, I can only assume you have accepted the job. The boss apologizes for not meeting you in person, but I'm sure you understand that in this kind of work confidentiality is valuable. But enough, small talk."
The frog then slowly transforms into a tall yet slim humanoid figure wearing dark robes and a hood that completely covers his face. 
"This is a rather simple job. There is a high elf priest who had purchased spices for his small monastery. It was a large shipment and was worth a large sum, so one week was given to pay it off. The payment wasn't received. When asked, the priest merely told us off, saying we should be 'grateful' that our 'offerings' were accepted by their god. The boss is generally a kind man, but this kind of behavior was not acceptable. Not wanting to cause a scene, we merely told the priest we will be receiving our payment in one form or another. That's where you three come into play. Here is map with the monastery's location. Everyone in there is guilty, so no need to hold back. I will also be accompanying you all as an observer. Any questions?"
Mary
*Oshikuru nodded. He disliked elves, especially dark ones. He was fine with the boss not showing up in person, as long as he was paid. It was what he would have done too.* "So kill and capture at will"
Edward
Yuuki's ears twitched as she watched the frog transform. Was it some kind of spell? She was fairly certain no frog-type Oriates existed, at least. She paid rapt attention to the frog man's explanation, not offering any kind of sympathy for the targets of their mission, and when the map was given to them, she looked it over, committing the drawings to memory.
When the man's explanation was finished, she held her katana backwards in one hand and hopped down from the overhang, landing easily on her feet. She glanced over the people who would be joining her, then turned back to the robed man. "300 silver for a body," She said quietly, confirming their payment. "Double if alive. Assuming we take targets alive, how and where will they be transported from the monastary? Or would they be staying there for a personal visit from your boss after we're finished?"
Laura
*Shank takes another deep breath. The transformation doesn't even bother him. It's just the fact that... Well, he didn't see himself turning out this way. He's having major second thoughts about this mission. This was wrong to do on so many levels... He could end up killing somebody, just for buying expensive spices. While it was certainly a crime, failing to pay for merchandise, it hardly seems to warrant murder. But Shank's too far in to back out now.*

"...No questions here." *Shank clears his throat.*
Peter
The figure chuckled at Yuuki's question. "Don't worry, I shall handle the transport of the targets to the boss if captured alive, and will also dispose of the bodies appropriately if killed. You all simply need to take them out as you see fit and will be paid accordingly. Hopefully that answers all your questions. I shall meet you all at the monastery. Try to keep out of sight while heading there. The fewer traces the better"
The man then steps into the alleyway's shadows and seemingly disappears, but those with keener sense could hear the scurrying sounds of some rodent moving quickly through the sewers.