Thunderclouds, The skies above ever unforgiving in the countless storms that rage over Grandio. Many have come to fear the days that rain does not fall, for that can only mean that Lightning strikes just might set a house ablaze. Such is the life of a Grandian. This night seemed to drag on, the minutes seeming like hours, and still no sign of a cease in the rains and lightning. One of the few blessings, was the winds weren't so bad, making travel possible. Even in the late hours of the night, the capital City Bustled with trade and life. Many in cloaks to keep out the rain, save for children who played in the dingy mud puddles that pooled in the broken ground of the cobblestone streets. It was as if this town never slept, The Broken Dart Pup was no different, with the rooms within the double doors riddled with people and fey alike. Minstrels played their tune, While men and women of every creed Sang, Danced, and Drank their cares away.<br/><br/>With all the commotion, One would overlook the deceit in the eyes of many. Some looking to make a quick buck, Some for a Quick Wench. Whatever the case may be, everything seemed well for many, Save for a Young looking Black haired Man, who sat silently in a corner, watching with his dark Green eyes. A small shift in his posture, suggested a slight annoyance. Was the room too loud for him? Was he waiting for something? The latter seemed as close to any, though none disturbed him to find out. Perhaps it was better not to know, some must have thought. The other patrons gave him a wide berth, looks of distaste, some of worry, and a stark few shot glances of admiration. Another shift in his seat prompted one of the bar maids to make her way over to him. "The usual, Ghaleon? Or are you still waiting on your charges?" The lovely woman said dryly, with a southern accent.<br/><br/>Ghaleon sighed softly as his eyes met the young lady's, leaving their fixed position on the table. He uncrossed his arms and sat forward, hanging his head ever so slightly before replying. "Must you ask me again... Reta, you have to be the most annoying worker they have here..." He said, his voice showing the early signs of irritation. The woman simply snorted, then continued. "Look honey, I don't care how long ya wish to wait, But don't you take your frustration out on me. You are allowed your jobs here, you let me do mine, Ya'hear?!" She said, unfazed by Ghaleon's words against her. She must have worked here for a long time to perfect that attitude, for Ghaleon was half expecting her to call him an asshole. Not that it would have bothered him.<br/><br/>"Fine... Bring me the usual, No use waiting thirsty." He said softly, as he shooed her away. Reta stood there, staring blankly at him for a few seconds before she spoke again. "So, Am I gonna have to take the coin out of your pants myself, there hotshot?" Ghaleon looked up to her, tilting his head some, before questioning."What the hell do you mean, Coin. I'm payed through the rest of month..." His voice grew angry, his annoyance growing with each word wasted. Reta shook her head and placed her hands on her hips."Sorry, Honey, but you and your little group are paying for the tables you broke last week. Until you pay for them, your swill is gonna cost you. Owners Orders." She said with a twist of her arm, Her hand poised not inches away from his face. Her fingers flicked in a motion of asking for something, as she added."Either the Tables or your drink, Let's Go."<br/><br/>Ghaleon's eyes locked onto her cocky little face, his hand moving slowly into his coat pocket. His fingers slid over a dagger that he had pressed against his ribs for a few seconds, before digging deeper into the pocket and pulled out three gold Coins. His eyes never left her own smug stare as he begrudgingly tossed the coins at her chest, two bouncing off onto the ground, while the final landed snugly between her ample amount of cleavage. "That should do for tonight... Bitch..." He said with a growl and Reta reached into her cleavage and pulled out the coin, before reaching down and retrieving the other two."Asshole..." Left her lips before she departed into the back to grab his drink. She thought she might poison the drink a little, but decided it was better someone else did it. Even though this place was broken down and run by Criminals, Some kind of justice system still clung to the old ways. That was the last thing she needed. Instead she poured a flagon of mead and brought it back to his table, set it down, then walked away without another word. Ghaleon took the Flagon, looked into it for a few seconds, then shrugged and took a long hard gulp.<br/><br/>After savoring the drink for a few seconds, He pushed himself back onto the wall, putting the chair on two legs, then set his feet on the table top. A relaxed sigh escaped his lips, only for him to sink back into his dark corner. It was here that he continued to wait for the other members of Death's Shadow. At least, the three he called for. Delphine, Felly, and Lilith.  It wasn't like they were late for anything, but the longer Ghaleon waited, the itchier his fingers got. Pretty soon he would have to start the job without them. After all, The race to finish had already started. All he could do now was drink, and wait.