Arlie
*Syele would eventually reach the border after receiving the letter about an another opportunity to make some coin and since Theron had left the home she didn't quite want to stay alone. The oriate would find a quiet spot at the meeting place and sat there for the time being while looking over the loaned katana she had. It had treated her well thus far, but she wasn't really the type to get up close and personal with others, so eventually she would have to buy a crossbow or something better for her to use.*
Bobbie
*Arthur would be spending time in the wilderness, recovering alone in the brush after the escapade with the previous guild invasion. In the meantime while recovering, stopping only occasionally to dine at taverns and sleep in the woods, he would be thinking about the motives of the Boss judging by the robed leader's conversation with the kitsune slaves from yesterday. Safe haven? Freedom? Contract? All of them sounded shady when you put them a certain way, but what could it mean? His mind drifted to the Slavers' War happening between both of the major empires and the beastkin slaves, but he didn't know the details of it. Gosh, he'd have to ask some people about it soon, wouldn't he?*

*He knew in both his mind and heart, with particular unease, that he was a vampire now. He didn't really feel like it, nor would he act like it, but the blood plague had gotten to him through the bolt, and there was no turning back. Not yet, anyway. The only time he had attempted to try out his new vampiric abilities would be at a tavern when two rowdy macen men had gotten into a barfight. One of them broke the other's nose, causing that one to be knocked out cold, leaving a great amount of blood on the floor for the poor janitor to clean up. When no one was looking, he dabbed his finger into the pool, getting a taste of the blood; it was metallic, bitter, and gross, yet... Didn't taste too awful. It was bad in the way hot peppers were spicy, but was good in the way that you couldn't stop having some. Or maybe that was a bad thing. Who knows, right? He had to stop himself before he would get anymore, yet the lingering taste of blood on his tongue would not leave until the next morning, where like the last time, he found a letter upon his chest, detailing information about another job from the boss. Seriously, how were they finding him so often?*

*The next day, at around 11:47, he would arrive at the border specified in the letter, spotting Syele in the distance. She looked as cold as ever, but there was an air of sadness that stained the area around her, an air Arthur couldn't help but notice. He'd walk up to her, although keeping his distance, and called out to the oriate.*

"Hi. You seem moody today, what happened to you?"
Arlie
*Syele simply tilted her head over toward Arthur with a day fresh wound across her forehead that had a surrounding bruise around it. She only blinked at him and looked him over for the time being, 'Told this bastard that we'd be working again.' she thought to herself, but she couldn't find herself able to talk for a few minutes just keeping her head down toward the katana before finally she spoke out with typical tone.* "Arthur, I can look at you and understand you've experience loss in life to some degree. You always had that feeling, but may I ask you what do you consider of me? Do you see someone vile or someone who is just broken?"

*Syele would look over to him with her expression hard to make out with the burns still somewhat healing across her face and the portions that did heal through magic had left a odd patch of scar tissue that was still lightly present.* "I had to ask myself this because my friend that I have known since I came to Salvainia fled the country after a bad patch with criminals from my understanding. He was the closes thing to family and told me to head somewhere else, but I honestly felt offended by it, thus I still have to ask myself did he leave without me because I'm worthless or because I am simply a vile person who used him?"
Bobbie
*Arthur would blink at this question, not knowing how to answer. In truth, the loss of his family had affected himself similarly to how this 'friend' affected Syele, but he got over it pretty quickly. The only things that had gotten to him were the fact that he couldn't just race down the stairs of his hall to grab a few loaves of bread from the kitchen, nor could he sleep for too long when you were alone in the wilderness. When you were alone, when you're by yourself, you have to make your own living. He had quickly learned that the only one you could really trust out there was yourself, but that thought had changed in due time, when he became an official recognized criminal by the government, but neither Hitoshi nor Mevis had reported him to the authorities, let alone try and apprehend him. He would have no idea what it would be like to lose someone that close to you; it was unfathomable. In response to Syele's question, he would raise his index finger, wagging it back and forth as he replied in a comical tone.*

"I have a policy for absolute honesty when it comes to my own opinions about things, so I'll tell you what you want to hear and what exactly I think of you." *He said, looking at her burned face with a bit of mock concern.* "From my experiences with you, you are the most unfeeling, apathetic, pile of dung I've met in my travels. Though, I will say, you're not completely vile. If your friend was close enough to you that they would stay by your side for your entire stay in the empire, do you think he would consider you worthless? I wouldn't say so. So, don't beat yourself up too badly over this. To me, you're vile, but to others? You're probably as sweet as sugar to them. Besides, we have a job to do."
Arlie
*Syele could only nod in response to Arthur and then stood up completely. She'd just look him dead in the eyes for a moment with nothing but his reflect could be truly see in them.* "I would expect nothing less of your true opinion, regardless, I do hope you burn in the fiery pits of the abyss someday when our journey ends. Frankly, while you are kind and gentle in your own right, you are also just equally as vile as me. So I suppose we both deserve to burn in a way and also, your sour humor always leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. No one thinks I'm 'sweet.', I'm about as sweet as that bolt that hit you during our last job besides it would been in your groin instead in comparison to how 'sweet' I am."

*She'd then look past Arthur for a moment and glared toward the scenery around her.* "Regardless, I do agree, we have a job to do and my feelings aside can just be disregarded. I believe, for now, our job will simply be wrestling together some of the merchants who have sold our employer's product in too much of a bulk on the market without his permission, so we'll likely be dealing with a few troublesome merchants and their body guards." *Her eyes then returned focus back to him for whatever reason and she simply nodded to herself.*
Bobbie
"Well damn, you didn't need to point out that bolt. It hurt, y'know? And being a vampire isn't completely enjoyable, I'll have you know that. I can't even take this cloak off without the risk of, I don't know, completely burning to death?"

*He would put his palm to his face, shaking his head in disdain. This is what he gets for stating the truth? Unbelievable. Though, it wasn't as terrible as all the other times they had conversation, he will admit. Speaking of conversation, the note had mentioned a couple more individuals that would be joining the pair today. He had no idea who they would be, but he hoped with a burning passion that it wouldn't be that son of a bitch Nox. Why, that elf had left him to fight Vinran all of his own! He purely was the reason he had all of the scars running across his chest in the first place, scars that Arthur grew to dislike immensely. He would sigh, sitting down on the ground, using the gold ore from his backpack as a makeshift cushion, albeit an uncomfortable one. He had to sell those sometime in the future; they were taking up too much space for his liking.*
Tara
*Nox would rest by a clearing aa few miles away from the main path to Alindale. Last time he had been in Salvania, there was a bounty on him. Perhaps the people have given up hope of finding him. Still, he had to take precautions. When Nox felt that it was around an hour before Midday, he started out towards the City, rejoining the main road to the city. Upon reaching the City, he would visit the Bazaar and then route back, keeping a close eye on his surroundings and make note of people who may or may not have been following him. Nox would continue this process with different locations. Satisfied that no one was following him, he would dismount briefly to get some Ale.*

*Nox would conjecture that it was midday, but he was in no hurry, as this employer had a reputation of being late. Nox thought about bringing his horse, but decided against it and elected to walk to the meeting place instead. When he got there, he spotted two people he knew all too well. Syele and Arthur thought snidely to himself. Syele at least somewhat better than their last meeting, but Arthur just looked plain ugly. Onto of that, something had fundamentally changed about him, though he was no sure what from this distance.*
Arlie
*Syele would look over as she noticed Nox making their way over to the two. She considered that this would be an interesting group since one couldn't be healed and the other was already rather rash at times enough to be not worth healing since he talked so lowly toward her during their operations with Velaria and was unlikely to be injured to begin with. For now, she would only wave toward the man out of 'good grace', with her dull as ever look just seemingly looking past him at the same time.*
Bobbie
*Arthur watched as Nox walked up to the meeting place, the exact same person he didn't want to see for the rest of his lifetime. A robed, black figure, dressed with a repulsive mask. He stared as the elf strode on over to their location, not knowing what he thought behind the mask. He considered assaulting the man right then and there, but decided against it, seeing that it wasn't worth all the extra stress. Nevertheless, he held a grudge against the elf, but didn't show his anger all too well. He walked right up to the edgy, robed figure, and held out his hand in greetings.*

"Nox! We meet again, hmm? What have you been up to?"
Tara
*As Nox drew close to the two, he could sense the tang of animosity in the air. Nox didn't blame them, he would exhibit the same demeanor towards him had he found out that a hypothetical someone saw them as little more than meatbags; fodder more like. When he got within 15 feet of Arthur, the cognizance that Arthur had become a Vampire. He contended in his mind on what he should do, but decide that a miniscule amount of deriding would certainly provide some gaiety*

*Nox snidely remark:* ''Oh, I've been doing quite well!" *Instead of shaking Arthur's had, he would bend in and whisper to his ear:* "You, on the other hand, not so much. What happened to staying in Silnaria?" *He would pause as if forgetting something after a moment, he would pretend to remember what he was going to say and continue* "Oh, I wonder what would happen if I pulled your hood off." *Another deliberate pause* "Wait, that wouldn't be right, we both know what would happen. Should have waited for me in the border cities huh?"
Sue
Alexander reached the spot near the border after reading the anonymous letter, hoping to make some silver. It also made him worry a little because it was his first time doing a quest which might have other people in it. When he reached there he saw three others who probably were there for the hunt. "Gentlemen, hello" He said with a soft voice lowering his hood, still hiding his swords.
Bobbie
*Arthur would whisper back at Nox, with equally as much ferocity and attitude.*

"Oh, would you like to try it? I assure you, It will not go as well for you if you did. And it's not very nice to keep someone waiting for, I don't know, a couple of days in some estranged border town?" *He would keep the smile on his face, but would look at the eye holes in between Nox's mask with a glare in his eyes. Putting his arm back down by his side, he would turn towards the elf, continuing on.* "I guess in your oh-so long years of life, you forgot what it was like to have teammates that were competent enough for your liking. You know what would've happened if you got off of your ass and helped me out with Vinran, you vile bastard." *He would stop, then turn away from the elf.* "I won't let our past grudges inhibit MY performance today. At best, let's stay the away from eachother. At worst, you become the blood bag I'm going to have to use to recover."

*He would notice another figure arrive shortly after, a shrouded figure speaking in a small voice. Arthur would stride towards the figure, stopping when he got within a couple of feet away.*

"I suppose you're the other teammate? Good to have you on board. Don't fuck up."
Sue
Alexander looked at the Kitsune which walked towards him, he was wearing a cloak and from the attitude he didn't seem much friendly. 
"Ya I won't." He said swiftly as he looked around the area.
Tara
*Nox would hold up his Spear, now reinforced with Silver alloy, and hold it so close to Arthur that he swore had he been another millimeter closer, he would have cut his face.*

"All talk and No Show. As for What happened with Vinran, don't forget who killed him. I am the reason you stand today." 

*Turning to the newcomer, He merely glanced at him before turning back.*

"Just as easily, I can strike you down. I hoped we could remain on speaking terms, but you in your delusion can't see that. Just like now, no one is your enemy. We fight for Coin."
Arlie
*Syele just blinked several times, already both of them seemed to be off on a hostile stance against the new fellow like he pissed on their shoes or something. It was rather uncomfortable to be dealing with individuals who try to compensate with pure aggression, but she only remained silent for the time being while looking for their employer.*
Bobbie
*Arthur would turn back to Nox for a brief moment before turning back to the newcomer. He couldn't get a direct feel for his appearance, so Arthur had no idea who the new guy was, or how he would deal with him. Though, from an objective point, he may have been a bit harsh.*

"Yeah, Sorry about that intro," He began. "I'm Arthur. The moody oriate over there-" *He pointed to Syele.* "Is Syele. The edgy fucker? That's Nox. Don't get involved with him."
Sue
Alexander chuckled as he looked over to everyone Arthur pointed. 
"I'm Alexander Dracul, nice to meet you all. Well you two better get along for now because we have to work together here." He paused looking at the spear. "After that you can cut each other to pieces, I don't give a fuck".
Mario
*It would once more reach noon and with the previous jobs, the 'messenger' would arrive just in time. It would be a familiar face or should I say mask to Arthur and Nox, as the plague doctor would approach them riding on a horse. In his hands would be his holy book and the black cane would be hanging from the side of his hip. As he approaches he would get off, walk to you all, bow his head, clear this throat, and open his book*

"Foolish are the men who ignore the words of the lord. Foolish are they who go against his will. Flock they may, but the righteous hand of the lord will squander them, but not a single scratch will fall upon the innocent. Over yonder, beyond the glorious hills of golden light will thee find these sinners, indulging themselves in the vices of mortals. Swiftly you must act before they set out to escape the lord's eye."

The plague doctor will then close his book and look over to you all.

"The lord is kind, and will accept the sinners with open arms, and you the bringers of justice will receive his grace. However, if you must be harsh with your punishment, that too will be accepted by the lord. If thee need anything, ask, and it may be given"

*He would then look over to Arthur and bow his head*

"Ah, fellow holy brother. I am pleased to see you are well... No, that would be wrong. Oh, how dreadful. My poor brother, has your Mame so e abandoned you to this cruel fate? Tell me it isn't so"
Arlie
"I believe I can understand most of what he said..." *Syele stated, she was never the one for religion and the man did give off the classic vibe that many of the boss's men tended to have. She bow her head toward him out of respect and then waited for the others to take the lead. She was expecting it to be a fast and easy job to deal with three men and return some property, but even so, the last operation was meant to be similar to that as well and it still went to hell and back.*
Sue
Alexander looked at the man. It seemed funny to him, dressed as a plague doctor and talking religion. 
Without saying anything he kept quite waiting for the figure to give them the quest/
Bobbie
*Arthur suddenly remembered the fake god he had mock-worshipped from the previous encounter, and sheepishly looked down towards his side, putting his arms behind his back. He would then turn back towards the plague doctor, a slight grin on his face, as he too bowed low and put his hands in a sort of praying position.*

"Yes, brother of faith. It seems that my savior, my lord, did so kindly to bestow upon me a dreadful, fearsome strength to aid me upon my travels. I suppose, in a sense, I am well, both in mind and spirit. I suppose that your lord has been merciful as well?"

*Finishing his response, Arthur would lean in towards Syele, attempting to whisper what he thought the plague doctor meant into her ear.*

"Basically, another group of people we have to wipe out, and we have to either bring them back alive or dead. I have an idea how we could bring them back alive, but it involves me doing something a bit... Nasty. On the other hand, killing them is an option, but my hands don't really need to be dirtier than they already are. Oh, and if we need anything, we can just ask."
Sue
Dracul didn't get anything the pleague doctor said so he waited. He saw Arthur whispering to Syele.
Arlie
*Syele would look up at him around that time with a bit of a mix look. 'Nasty' she thought, 'dear god, how many ways a person can take such a word.' Did he mean he'd be having to do some type of sacrifice or finally shed his virginity to win the over the group they were after, since it seemed religious of the matters it might be the latter in some type of ritual, it was odd in her mind how religions had so many rituals with virgins... But arthur would be a perfect fit for it, she thought. Then suddenly a broken chuckle out of a laugh came out of her mouth with a slight grin forming, which would be rather unnerving to anyone who knew her long enough and then just as soon as it came her expression went dead and she whispered back over to him.*

"Very well, but do please be a bit more care with your words, I believe ending the situation without trouble would be rather interesting and I'm not sure if I could approve or disapprove without knowing what you mean by 'nasty.' Regardless, killing them would be a simple task as well with the other here here and what exactly do you mean if we need anything we can just ask? As in who? Him or the people we're after?"
Bobbie
*Arthur bit back his tongue a bit, regretting his choice of words. He thought that Syele's mind knew what he was talking about when he said 'nasty', seeing she was one of the few people that knew of his condition as a vampire. Also, what was that giggle? It was scary, it was unnerving, and it was plain out of character for someone like Syele, so Arthur jumped back a tiny bit. He had expected the oriate to take it with another dull remark, possibly followed up by an insult, in which case he would have been prepared to retort back with another. Her face morphed back to that dead expression, however, and he regained his composure, whispering back.*

"For the record, 'Nasty' means that I actually have to sink my teeth into their neck and drain their blood. And for the record? It tastes horrible. Its like shitty alchohol, except more metallic and disgusting. But, like alchohol, you can't seem to get enough of it. I hate it, but I have to drink some, seeing that I *Am* A vampire and all." *He would pause momentarily, then would continue. "And for whom do we ask for supplies? I guess no one, but we should probably go for information over tools in this case."

*With that, he turned his view back to the plague doctor, eyeing the figure curiously.* 

"Any information for the targets, brother? Who will receive the lord's judgement today?"
Mario
The plague doctor would nod. He would seem a bit saddened by your condition, but would simply opt to answer your question
 "Ah yes, the sinners are but two mere traders of goods. Goods that the lord does not approve of however. They had solely traded to the lord as per their holy contract, but it would seem they've taken an interest in expanding their business elsewhere, despite the lord's warnings. Being their business is lucrative, they have hired skilled demons to protect them and their wares. I recall how your holy wisdom prevents thee from understanding the words of the lord. The sinners rest in sloth behind hills of dead grass 1 mile south of here. Does thee need anything else? If not, I advise heading out"