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</div><br/><br/>"I'm looking for Zane, uh," The portly overdressed man stammered and looked at the piece of parchment he held in his trembling hands. "I'm looking for Zane!" he cried, his voice cracking a bit. He was clearly out of place in this tavern. There wasn't a single coin, gold, silver, or copper in this establishment that had been earned legitimately. Aside, of course for the tavern keepers chest. The smokey room smelled of all manner of foul stenches of humanity, it was truly a den of rats, which is why the Rat's Den was where you went to find people like Zane.<br/><br/>Several of the patrons stood, reaching for the weapons, when a young man sitting at the bar raised his hand and stood himself, "Easy folks, if you're looking for pork I'm sure ol' Henry can cook some up for you." He grinned at the portly man who didn't share in the slight bout of laughter that echoed across the room.<br/><br/>Zane stood nearly a foot and half taller than the well-dressed man. "Who'd you piss off to be sent here, eh?" Zane grinned, putting a curve to the thin scar that ran diagonally down his face from his left forehead to his right jaw.<br/><br/>"I, um," the man clearned his throat, mustering whatever courage he could. Zane smiled wider at the sight of that. "You have been summoned by Their Majesties the King and Queen of -"<br/><br/>"Out with it man!" Zane interrupted, his hand resting on the pummel of his sword out of habit.<br/><br/>The man swallowed, "You are to report at once to the -" Zane was already walking and prodded the royal messenger to follow. The man needed no convincing and was ahead and out of the door before Zane.<br/><br/>Zane clenched his jaw tightly in frustration. There would be questions. People like him were usually black-listed from working around the city after news got out that they were working with the royal family.<br/><br/>"This'd better be good," he spat through clenched teeth as he made his way in the rain out of the lower district.<br/><br/>Zane entered the throne room flanked by a pair of royal guards around the time when the children were squealing at who the mercenary assumed was someone that had also been invited to this little meeting. The children surely wouldn't like the look of him. He was handsome enough but the scar and the way he dressed typically didn't sit well with most 'civilized' folk. Didn't matter to him. Chances were, they would grow up greedy and corrupt just like the rest of their lot.<br/><br/>A sudden kick to the back of his knee sent him kneeling, "Show respect!" demanded the guard that kicked him. Zane turned and complicated disemboweling the bastard right there and then. He took a deep breath instead. "Your Magisties..." His tone dripped with contempt. He turned back to the guard, and looked him right in the eye as he stood back up. Looked at him in the eye unblinking for a long moment before turning back to the King and Queen upon their thrones.