Worthy did not enter the tavern dramatically. He did not whip his cloak around, did not slam the door open. He didn't blow it up, either.<br/>That kind of thing was for the people who wanted to appear more imposing than they were. Worthy had no intention of being imposing. Being imposing was being seen, and people tended to get suspicious when they saw him at work. Which tended to result in structural damage and panicking peasants. Or damaged peasants.<br/>He knew where to go, having already been contacted by that 'Verse' fellow, and had had the details of the job explained at a time and place of his own choosing. In this case, a ruined farm at midnight. Filled with various surprises. He'd only just completed a job, and was suspicious about reprisals. Sometimes employers underestimated the scope of his talents, assuming that his boasts were hot air, and not hot high-speed shrapnel.<br/>But the deal had seemed decent, and he'd eventually trundled over to the tavern. He liked taverns. They were made of wood.<br/><br/>The ancient timbers granted the alchemist many generous hand-holds, and he easily scaled up to the window. A quick poke with a knife, and the latch relented, allowing him entry into the room, where two boys were sat at the table. No, not boys. Men. Strange, effeminate-looking men. He briefly considered whether he'd come into the wrong room. But no, the two bore weapons. They must be the other pawns in this game.<br/>He closed the window with more force than was strictly necessary, and sidled up to the table.<br/>"Good evening gentlemen! Up for a bit of plotting? Bringing chaos and destruction in carefully planned portions so as to subtly destabilize a kingdom? Strategic murders and the like? Don't look at me like that. I'm often called Worthy. I deal in explosions and immolations."<br/>He grinned, surprisingly bright teeth making a marked contrast with the scarred flesh of his face.<br/>"So. Are you two together?"