<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/assassins_creed_revelations_2-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>GM Post<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Docks<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early morning, nearing Sunrise<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anders, Open<br/><br/><br/>The figure in the rooftop shadows watched the scene below, a glint of amusement in his gaze as he watched his fellow guild member speak with the man on the streets. His arms crossed over his chest as he waited in silence, ready to aid her if the need arose. But La'Ora could handle herself. A chuckle could be heard as La'Ora walked off and the man was left alone. Or so it seemed. Clearing his throat, Rhiley hoisted himself over the edge of the low roof and landed on his feet before the dark-elf. His eyes looking him over,<strong>"I might have a way you can earn your information. If you're interested."</strong>He waited, no weapons drawn, his arms crossed as though he didn't expect a fight.<br/><br/>His face uncovered, it was clear that he was in his early thirties, his dark eyes holding in them something of a mixture of wisdom and the appearance of a hard fought life. His eyes regarded the dark-elf.<strong>"Information in these parts is not easy to come by if you do not have the coin. Unless that blade you wield is used to keep your face trimmed, might I suggest offering that you offer your payment by other means? You might have heard some of the rumors around Riften, in regards to La'Ora's ....work."</strong>He waited after his words, patient, calm. Uncaring whether the man drew his blades or not.