Whatever he was expecting, it probably wasn't for the door to shatter as someone was thrown through it from the other side, landing on the ground and rolling along the ground.  As they did, the shape of their body changed radically, flowing like water.  A head and torso rose from the swirling mass, and what remained nearest the ground formed into legs.<br/>Another man who stood just inside the building examined the broken door and gave a low whistle.  "Moe is not going to be happy to hear that you broke the front door."<br/>"<i>I</i>broke it?  You're the one that threw me."<br/>"Yeah, but it was your body that actually hit the door and broke it."  At this point, the man still inside took notice of Audric and gave him a slight nod.  "Do you need something?  Got a job for us?"  He pointed towards a passage to his left.  "You need to talk to Modya.  He's that way.  Oh, and I hope you're rich."  Without paying Audric any more mind, the two men resumed their debate over whose fault the shattering of the front door was.  The Black Falcons were best known for their flawless track record, but almost as well known for their complete disrespect for their clients.  Only the wealthy could afford their services, and most of the Falcons had been born in poverty, so they rather enjoyed lording over the upper classes when they had the chance.