The inn was smokey, filled with the noise of drink and the tales that so often come with an excess of it. He looked around for a moment while walking towards the darkest corner of the bar, attempting to make it appear he hadn't already seen the portly man who must have had him summoned here. Really though, he was the only one sitting alone in a dark corner, who else would have been his summoner?<br/><br/>He turned to look at the man just before he gave Cain a nod, acknowledging that he was indeed supposed to sit with him. Pushing the cloth wrapped hilt of his sword to the side so as not to be in the way but still accessible should he need it, he sat at the table. It was then that another man appeared from behind a rather large support beam and took a seat.<br/><br/>"Sir Westerling, I am glad you were able to join us here tonight." Some slight scarring on the wrists, callused hands, corded musculature beneath a loose fitting shirt, and the most obvious of the indicators, the blade slung from his hip all told Cain the man was practiced with the blade he wore.<br/><br/>"Yes well it was such an interesting and mysterious call you gave for me, I had to come and at least hear why you would be so willing as to pay me. Though I must say this tavern, despite it's somewhat higher quality than others I have been to does lead me to believe you might have called me for some seedy reason. I cannot wonder why though, as I am not much of a seedy person."<br/><br/>The swordsman moved forward slightly in his seat, resting just on the edge of his chair most likely. "We both know you're not as good as you make it out to be, and beyond that you have a rather nice way of putting yourself into places of conversation in which you can glean quite a bit of information."<br/><br/>He knew who Cain really was it seemed, though how or why it mattered he couldn't be sure of.<br/>"It would appear I am not nearly as careful as I had once hoped. You aren't planning to call the town guard are you?" He asked in mock fear. The man sat back a bit in his chair, apparently content with Cain's reaction.<br/><br/>"What would you have of me then? Seems a little much for cutting some purses or stealing some heirloom from a nice fat noble. It must be something more. Something grander. At least I hope it is or else I must say you've wasted time seeking me out. Let's not waste anymore time and get to the point. " Let them think they're in power, then put them down. It worked just as well on a man interested in you for your skill with a sword as it did when you were interested in showing a woman your skill with your<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">sword.</span></span><br/><br/>Over the next several minutes Cain was told why he was here, and what he was supposed to accomplish. Not an easy feat, but interesting indeed. It wasn't particularly money he needed, not with his skills. Then again mother and father had stopped giving him any aid long ago when he chose to stay with his not so well thought of uncle. At the end of the conversation he was handed a pouch with what was supposed to be 600 silver coins, and it weighed nearly as much as he guessed it should have to.<br/><br/>Securing the pouch in an inner opening of his Leather Doublet, he set off to the room the man had mentioned and opened the door to an almost comical scene. A boy, at least at first glance it was a boy, was snapping his fingers at a man with no eyebrows,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Someone who had obviously spent too much time close to too many fires</span></span>and a rather tall, almost featureless man as his clothing attested to.<br/><br/>"I'll play the part of a noble from another court. Mr. Girly could be my bodyguard, and Mr. Worthington should stay at home and make the portable 'fire-bombs'."<br/><br/>Cain stood in the open doorway, which wouldn't have made a difference if he'd closed it as anyone who wanted to listen into the conversation of the room easily could through the walls.<br/><br/>"Good evening gentlemen." He said as he shut the door.  He looked at the tallest of them then.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">This one would be paid well in the less popular houses of pleasure, that is for sure at least.</span></span><br/><br/>"You know, these walls aren't as thick as they appear and it is quite easy to hear you all through them once away from the clamor of the main room. And gentleboy," He tipped his head towards the lad with the not so hard to miss scar running horizontally under his eyes "I think I might fit a nobleman a tad more than you would." He winked and gave one of his heart winning smiles, only slightly tinted with the sarcasm that was laid in his choice of calling the man a boy. He was rather short though, to be honest with himself.