"<b>Caution," </b>Milxar said as he pulled out, not one, but two identical three foot tubes from... where was he holding them?<b> "Dakuras. Take your to the tavern, turn it into the man, as if the snake was in there. Alisa? Take the long way to the Blackstaff office, i'll meet you there. We still have a tail, and i'd rather her not know where we're going."  </b>Milxar said as he started walking in one direction with his own tube, and the other two split off as well, What was in the tube? a snake? That's what was assumed from the conversation.<br/><br/>Alisa started walking north away from  them, as Milxar went left. They began walking their separate ways. Each having their own path, to whichever destination they were going. All disappeared as the crowd began to die down for the evening.<br/>------------------------------<br/><br/>Dakuras walked into the tavern, and sure enough, the girl was there, but more importantly, so was the man in black. He walked right up to the bar, and sat the tube, with oddly marked ruins on the counter, not saying a word at first, but ordering the drink that he would would consume during the talk they would be having.  Two minutes most, a murky glass of green liquid was placed in front of him.<b>"Can i get you something, friend?"</b>Dakuras asked without looking up, taking a drink and pushing the tube a little closer, before adding.<b>"As agreed, for the price you paid, Be careful though, what was four is now three, and these walls have eyes."<br/>
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"Well the eyes don't concern me, you, however, do. See those Runes? Those aren't the ones i made for this container. So..."</b>Deacon answered without touching the tube, he knew his magic, and how it felt, and this, wasn't his magic. therefore nothing was in that tube, he was certain of it.<b>"Either where's my money, or where's what i paid for. I'm not playing games with you, Merc." </b>Deacon said, still looking in his lap, the book's note sitting open, remembering what the cloak figure had said. It was about this  time, that he caught the conversation from the bald man, to the other person. A cloaked figure... possibly a killing? What had he gotten himself into with this endeavor? Did he really want to know, or be here to find out? And what did she mean she took something he want- She's taking the fire elemental, for this book? What was in it? Curiosity was going to make him open it eventually but that would seal the deal, and he'd never know what was taken from him for certain.<br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/>Alisa was the first to their point, Blackstaff-hall, where their real business partner had sat in waiting, But she waited outside the hall for must a moment, before slipping in. The hall was extravagant, black onyx walls and trusses, large marble columns All leading down into another room, by large grey velvet rugs, she followed it to the second door, and waited for her partner to show up. She wouldn't have to wait long she was certain, Milxar seemed uneasy about this place, he wouldn't want her in here too long, without back up.<br/><br/>Milxar, found the building soon enough, and walked in, having the true tube in his jacket, the green glowing runes were a nuisance, that he wanted to be rid of. Finding Alisa inside, he nodded to her as he walked into the door of the chamber she stood outside of and began his way into the main hall, where things began to take a spin for interesting view.<br/><br/>The Hall itself was huge, one hundred, maybe a hundred and fifty paces from one side to the other, Chairs littered the floor on either side of the carpet, three chairs behind an old, beautiful wooden podium like desk, two smaller ones, and a large on in the center. The smaller ones empty, the large holding a cloaked figure, just sitting there in the purple cloak, hole so deep that you couldn't see in, he bowed walking in and slowly made his way to the center podium.<br/><br/><b>"Have you brought me what we agreed upon? The elemental?" </b>The figure asked, motioning for him to come closer. the voice as calm and rolling as ever, he wasn't sure if he still wanted to brush against this, or take this to the one who paid him for it to begin with. Despite knowing this was for the betterment of his home town, it still felt wrong. No honor among thieves though, right? he nodded twice and took a step forward, pulling out the  Tube, glowing green runes and all.<br/><br/><b>"As agreed, though this isn't setting well on my mind, I've been paid for a job that I'm not having completed by not giving this to the person that paid for it. Its bad karma to stick it to a buyer. So what exactly is the point in him not having what he paid for?" </b>He asked, pushing it back towards the figure a bit, and then stepping down and back, to see the figure a little closer,<br/><br/><b>"Well i believe I've told you enough, by telling you its to help the town itself, As for the buyer... He got something in return for this, though I'm not certain that he knows what it is yet. Also, if this is about money..." </b>Two bags, that were exceptionally full, fell at his feet,<b>"I've now paid you for it to, you may take your leave, and please don't bother yourself with coming back sir, a deal has been finished, and we both got what we wanted from it." </b>The cloaked figure said, and began to reach for the tube.<br/><br/>Milxar turned and nodded to his companion, before walking out the door, Alisa soon followed, and they made their way back through the town, What would the other do? When he found out that he didn't have what he paid for? This was what was on his mind, as they made their way to the inn, and not the tavern.<br/>-------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><b>"You're kidding right? They knew i was uneasy about you, and now they play a joke on me..." </b>Dakuras Tried to play it off, but he knew he was screwed, that wasn't going to work.<b>"I didn't even want to come drop it off, but he said he was solidifying another job. and i needed to pull my weight more, especially after the other died trying to get this." </b>He shook his head,<b>"Let me go get the real tube, sir, I beg your forgiveness, though i surely don't deserve it." <br/>
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"Very well, You have thirty minutes, that should be plenty of time."</b>Deacon waved his arm on, and didn't turn, But if anyone looked, there was now a rune on the figures back, nearly unseen, before the light glow made it fade away completely.<b>"I've waited for three weeks, what's thirty minutes, Please don't sway around, return swiftly, sir."  </b>Saying this, he turned his attention to the bald man, and slowly went back through the conversation in his mind. Cloaked figure, dying old man, children, what had he walked into when accepting this book? What was in the book? did he really want to know?<br/><br/>Dakuras didn't need to be told twice, he quickly disappeared out of the tavern, to go meet at the decided regroup point, and didn't look back. He was certain that he was long caught, yet managed to slip out unharmed, which was something he was thankful for, all that back made him uneasy.<br/>----------------------------------<br/><br/>Deacon turned back around and began to look across the room to the bald man, having a question,<b>"The cloak....What color was it?"</b>He asked, trying to figure out if it was the same person he saw nights previous or not. Because if it was, all the more reason to be weary of the book, a murderer giving him something?<b>"Also, who was it that perished last eve? I've been here for days, i'm not really in the loop as to what's going on in the outside world at the moment." </b>Looking around, he seen there was another interested in the story, and from the feel of her, someone with magic. Well it wasn't often he felt someone with raw potential, did she know how to use it though? He really didn't want to find out, because it was fire, he could feel it.<br/><br/><b>"Or did the story teller not portray that much information?..."<br/>
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