Mark
*Once again, there has been an unprecedented amount of death row criminals somehow escaping their holdings in numerous high security enclosures throughout Ramul Ta - Escort caravans, execution sites, and even the prisons themselves have become targets for a seemingly bottomless amount of escapees left and right. Once could call it an odd coincidence that this was all happening in the Salvainian Empire, however due to recent events of various different severity, it should not have come as a surprise.*

*One of the subjects who had escaped was broken out of his prison cell in a secluded, unmarked penitentiary on the map of the Salvainian Empire. Because of the nature of this break in, several other highly dangerous criminals have been noted to escape the prison, but are activrly being hunted down. Officials, in a panic, revealed the location of said penitentiary in the hopes that numerous bounty hunters and do-gooders would rise to the occasion in order to capture those who had seized the opportunity to escape, but the main target of the authorities, the prisoner who was the main target of the prison escape operation, is still at large. Officials cannot confirm where the proprietor is at this current moment, but are certain that he couldn't have gotten too far.*

*The man's name, as he was known by the criminals and guards alike, was Gambit.*

*Gambit was, by definition, a master of getting exactly what he wanted. Originally, he was naught but a petty thief, but as time progressed, his skills became sharpened to fearsome extents. One moment, you could have your eyes locked onto a precious jewel, and the next moment, as soon as you blinked, it was gone. Or at least, thats what the drunkards at nearby bars would have you think. However, Gambit's skills were no tall tale, even though they were exagerrated countless times by many. He had stolen jewelry from the finest of craftsman, which was carefully guarded by the most vigil of sentinels, stolen from a bank from one of the major cities in the Salvainian Empire in apparent broad daylight, and is even said to be a master at stealing... Hearts? That last part isn't probable at all, but there have been multiple eyewitness accounts before his capture that spotted the criminal at large with an entourage of women. Wherever he goes, he goes with the motivation to get exactly what he wants, no matter the means necessary, ignoring all ideals of 'Law' and 'Justice'. He takes, never gives, and has earned a small cult following by a few who want to learn his methods and figure out his seemingly innate talent for thievery.*

*It is dark. The two of you, Alkamendos and Tieres, arrive close to the Penitentiary where the criminal had escaped only but a few days ago; this prison was near a major town that was noted to be a hub for criminal activity, but at the same time, was also close to an abandoned fort left in ruins from many years past. Gambit could not have gotten far, so it was more than likely he was in one of the two locations.*
Thomas
*The galloping of Alkamenos' horse halted suddenly upon arrival. Yoinking the leather strapping of his steed, it would let out a nyeh whilst lifting itself from the force applied by its master once it was pulled. The steel armored foreigner began scanning the area. Any marks of the criminal that they were looking for would be greatly appreciated if he found them.*

"T'is be the place... This "Gambit" Hath been said to be the manipulative sort... Dangerous on his own terms."

*He knew that this kind of scum would hang out near by mostly crowded areas, waiting to pounce on the right moment. They strive on mistrust and feed on soothing words. He had nothing but disgust for them. Whatever the case was, he sought to take down the criminal, and get his name out there to the world.*
Martha
*Tieres arrived before the iron clad stranger, squatting in the shadows out the corner of his vision, draped in a black poncho with gold roses embroidered into a chain forming a v around the neck, besides the gaudy clothing, the only real noticeable thing about the man squatting before Alkamenos was a massive scar that ran from the length of his lower jaw over and across his left eye and past his eyebrow, rendering him obviously blind on that side. As he sat a stark gleam of steel shone in the moonlight near his face, Tieres was picking his teeth with a dagger. He gave a menacing snicker as Alkamenos talked.* 

"You see in the dark stranger? Or you just fond of talking to yourself when the urge arises?"

*Tieres scanned the man and shook his head, honestly it didn't inspire confidence, he seemed like the type of people the gambit ate alive, but he knew appearances meant little when it came down the wire. Tieres stepped from the Shadows, revealing a young-ish man with a long messy pony and a devilish grin.* 

"Well, saves me having to find my partner for the job, but a word of advice, plans are best contained in whispers and thoughts, lets just find this guy and get paid."

*Tieres was skeptical in truth, but he knew most heroic posers would be off in some nice castle tavern fabricating stories and flaunting nobility then doing honest hard work like this, so he Tieres assumed that he was made of sterner stuff then he let on, alas, only time would tell. Tieres gave a sigh and put a hand to his hip as he too scanned the land to orientate himself, waiting for the stranger to talk.*
Thomas
*Alkamenos expected some form of company. The prison break went pretty viral, so other bounty hunters and heroes would make their appearance known. He would turn slightly so much so that his eyes can lay on the likes of the man that revealed himself. He took no heed of detail and appearance, only of worthiness.*

"And who speaks of us being partners? First you come and laugh, then thou mocks? Give me thou name, and speak it well and with pride. And once done so I will do the same, and once we are proper and established, we shall see to being partners in arms, not brigands with knives in one another's back."

*It was obvious that, despite his eloquence and attitude and high horse stature, Alkamenos was certainly no poser. He had experience, and education on his belt, coupled with that certain look. The look of confidence, ambition and greatness. But also the look of bravery, commitment and most of all, trust. Something rarely gained in the world as is.*
Martha
*Tieres spat a long globule of saliva behind him, his facial expression indicating he was fed up already, but Tieres had no problem working with people he might have trouble sharing a beer with, after all, he loved money more than he could hate any living being he had met.* 

"Names Tieres, and we're partners because I said so, nobodies catching this guy alone, somebodies gonna end up bait, whether they like it or not, and more likely than not one of us might end up dead, of course, I would never leave you to such a..." 

*Tieres gives a seemingly content sigh, staring at his nails as he stretches his hand out in front of him, giving a oddly calm smile, balling his fingers to the middle of his palm to inspect his nails further* 

"...Cruel fate. I love making new friends, and keeping them. Listen you seem like the headstrong type, but I might have an edge that you don't if you catch my drift."

"Oh, and just so you know, I'm probably the only guy you'll find looking for this bastard who'll split it 50/50 if we catch him, if that tickles your fancy."
Thomas
*Alkamenos turned his eyes from the figure for a moment, now focusing on the many things that were in the surrounding area. He would shortly respond to the statement of the man.*

"Alkamenos Bardas. If it is that one must die, then let him die in glory, nay in betrayal. As for the wealth? Keep it all. Gold comes and goes, I care only for what is everlasting... Legacy. Now come, I say we make haste to the town near by, there is where I suspect him to be the most."

*The foreigner fastened his grip on the leather strap, awaiting the response of the eager man who seems to be all in the wealth. He cared little for it. He had his goal and his ambition. Trivial things such as that matter not to him. It'll come with the glory.*
Martha
"Takes gold for the headstone to write your righteous quotes on friend . The legacy we leave is in the hands of others after we die, many a man spends his last moments dying painfully as a hero, only to live on a vague memory, I prefer to get the fame while I'm living, but I guess some people are just bound for the after life, me? I'm kind of a corporeal guy." 

*Tiers looks to the settlement, and then turns and stares at the rooms, he feels its a 50/50 crapshoot either way, but he also knows that working in teams means trusting your partner, a mediocre plan followed to the letter is better than a miscommunication during the execution of a brilliant one, Tieres nods at Alkamenos after giving a nod to the town* 

"The town sounds good to me, take the lead, I'll be close, we should approach with care before we go in and start asking around, for all we know everyone in that town already works for the fucker."
Thomas
*Alkamenos would take the lead as was and tug on his horse once more. He turned it swiftly to the direction of the town. A sharp "HYAH!" Can be heard before the horse began to gallop straight to the town where the suspect was at...*

"I'll see to doing that as best as I can promise!"
Martha
*Tieres began a quick walk behind, this guy going that fast when the town was this close, anybody looking out a window facing their direction could see him for a mile away, the whole town probably heard him, Tieres kept a brisk walk until the town was in view, stopping just outside the town and signalling Alkamenos over to talk.*

"Listen, we don't know how deep he's settled his routes here, he hasn't been long, but that doesn't mean there's no chance he has help, we should find a good spot to get a good look at the people here, and plan a course of action then, I know uh, you aren't really dressed for skulking but, getting off the horse might be a start."
Thomas
*The warrior slowed down his steed and looked at his partner on the mission. He nodded reluctantly.*

"Aye, that is true... Though I must find a place where I may leave my steed. I do not wish for it to be stolen by any of these miscreants..."

*Alkamenos dismounted off his horse, his eyes would be on the look out now to see if there was a stables around the place so he may leave his horse at whilst the two of them conduct their business.*
Mark
*Alkamenos would be able to spot a fairly large building near the edges of the town, which looked quite furnished and high-end. It was complete with large fence posts near the back, seeming to contain a few horses within. There were some small enclosures as well within the property in which other horses slept and were contained in, but yes; it would seem that there was a stables nearby.*
Thomas
*Alkamenos would take his horse, tugging it along as he went to place it in the stables so it may rest. Alkamenos had an eye out, though, he still was cautious mainly due to the fact that he was in a town of bandits and outlaws. He pondered on the possibility of his horse being stolen from the stables... But he wasn't certain whether it would happen or not. After all, it was an average horse, one that would be seen amid any rider that there would be.*

"We should make way to the local tavern... And if he be not there, then the brothel. Most criminals hang out at places where they wish to seek for the most pleasure for what coins they've robbed the innocent of."

*He assumed that his partner was still about whilst he was leading his horse, so he relayed this information to him.*
Martha
*Tieres nods. While Alkamenos seems more than capable in a fight, his grandiose nature might give away their true purpose. Tieres stares at the ground deep in thought.* 

"I got a plan, we go in, as uh... Bandits, just some unimportant criminals, we go in there brandishing blades and asking questions, we might get this Gambit guy running the other way, I say we go in all cool, and just, listen, let me do the poking if need be, you look like Salvianian joust tournament participant, it might not be the most friendly environment for you if you go putting your nose where people might not want it." 

*Tieres leads the way after Alkamenos dismounts, locating the tavern once he's out of the stable and looking back to make sure Alkamenos is following him. He walks onwards to the tavern.*
Thomas
*Alkamenos would leave his steed amid the others in the stables. He'd throw a single glance once more across the building before he turned and followed Tieres. Just in case he could see if there was something inside of note that he could remember for later down the hunt...

Either way, with the horse now rested, Alkamenos would turn to his partner and speak.*

"Hardly would they recognize such equipment that I wear. Nay, I come not from these lands that you also know. I come from lands far off, foreign ones, ones that not many speak of. Such clothing that I wear is uncommon to almost all in these lands. I say hardly that they will look at me with suspicion, rather they will look at me with confusion."

*The armor that Alkamenos did wear was... Oddly outlandish. With a steel cuirass modeled after a muscled torso, and the helmet lined with gold and silver, whilst wearing a white cape with strange markings on it. Not to mention the odd style of his blade, and the physicality that he posed.*
Mark
*Alkamenos, exchanging a short business conversation with the stable owner, would leave his horse to the care of the stables, and would not notice anything out of the ordinary about the stable building before heading off to follow Tieres. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary about that particular structure; nothing you could notice off of a quick glance, anyway.*

*Tieres would follow down a dark road, leading Alkamenos to a tavern that had bright lights scattered throughout two floors. As you looked up at the tavern, there would seem to be less lighting the higher the floors got, coming in to a conclusion at around 3 stories. You two would arrive in turn at a front door leading into the ground floor of the tavern, in which shortly after your arrival, a man would be thrown out of the door by a small crowd. He looked back for a moment, scowled at the two of you, and ran off into the night, audibly cussing random names out as he sprinted away from the building.*

*From here, you would be able to hear lots of cheers and shouts from within the tavern, shouts for food, fights, and most importantly; alcohol. It was quite apparent that the bar was full, as all active bars should be, but there was also a possibility that Gambit could be hiding out inside this building. After all, only a few days had passed since the breakout operation that took place within the prison. There weren't a lot of places he could go and hide in, and a tavern where people normally resided on travels would be the perfect temporary hideout as a means to look inconspicuous.*