Kaleed gave a small smile, his face momentarily turning into a horrendous parody of amusement.<br/><br/>"Gathering information", Sir Morr called it! Oh, but it was so much more than that! The subtlety, the deception! Dark exchanges in dark smoky rooms, beer and liquor for all! Intimidation and persuasion, everything mixed together perfectly could make or break your efforts. Kaleed always enjoyed himself when he went out looking for the tidbits and happenings in society.<br/><br/>One of the best things about Urah, was that the criminal and underworld element had developed a hand signals for communication. Utilizing a variety of shapes made with ones fingers, one could have an entire conversation without a word. Useful if you didn't want anyone to overhear dark secrets and lewd happenings. Kaleed knew that the practice had spread, but hadn't encountered anyone who was fluent in the practice. A hellguard back at the outpost had tried to communicate with him, but he was so out of practice, Kaleed wasn't sure if he wanted a drink, or to go on a walk. Considering that they were both in a washroom in the barraks, Kaleed shrugged in response, and hoped to get a chance to properly teach a few others.<br/><br/>Kaleed bent, ruffling through his pack. Pulling out a grey scarf that matched the rest of his clothes, he settled around his neck. Arranging it so that his mouth was covered, he then secured his pack onto a nearby cart that was being carted off with all of the other Hellguards possessions. Upon his hips, he had a few pouches, one filled with coins, another with random odds and ends. His twin steel daggers sat upon his hips in their normal spots.<br/><br/>Straightening, he strode over to Sir Morr. Trying to catch the his eyes, he tapped his ears with an index finger, and jerked his thumb behind him towards the closest tavern he had seen. He gazed left and right, seeing if anyone else was planning to join.