<strong>NPCs:</strong>Tariff the Shamed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Warengion starship Xotlendi.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Raven, Alice, Callius and Iliarya<br/><hr/>Tariff scoffed at their words and turned his head to the side for a hissing spit of the warengion tongue towards the floor. His long and lithe frame raised a fair bit higher, stretching pridefully as he looked down upon those that would tarnish his honor with harsh words.<br/><br/>"Had you any of your mother's wit, Alice of Hackett, you would have noticed yourself. The whole ship is wrapped up in a civil war of shadows, blades and poisons. It just happens that your leader is supporting one of the sides in that war. The other side, clearly antagonized by this fact, wants her dead. You all play into that bargain. As for what I am<em>playing at</em>you know well enough to assume that I have personal gain to collect, Raven of Hart. The opening of our society towards the rest of the galaxy of course serves my purposes as a merchant of goods and information."<br/><br/>He finally narrowed his eyes on Callius, his large square head with the four gleaming slits descending slowly upon him.<br/><br/>"And I could care less for Akkhan. He gave me my name, one that I have come to take pride in. Anyone who have been named in such a way by Akkhan the Sharp takes pride in the fact that they were such an eyesore to him that he took personal interest in lowering your status. Just like Raven should take pride in being a Defiler, just like I do in being Shamed. I am not a vengeful spirit though. This is purely business..."<br/><br/>He straightened up and started to slither backwards into the shadows again. "Know then kheffi that Farqaz the Blooded Blade has been paid handsomely for your demise. Seek every corner for the shadows that darkens his domain and use the holy light to fight him. Beware his blades, for even a single cut can fell a Krogan and don't let up until you have cleft his head down to the neck. You have been warned, do the best you can with what you have been given."<br/><br/>And with that the gleaming eyes faded into the darkness.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>NPCs:</strong>Gavron<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Omega<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Veyle and Stephen<br/><hr/>"Straight to the point. That at least is good."<br/><br/>Gavron's hand shot out and grasped Veyle's chin gently as he lifted it, his eyes locking with hers for a moment before they wandered down to her pale thin neck. He held back the urge to bite into it and rip out her larynx. He gave a scoff and withdrew his hand, wiping it on the fabric of his elegant clothes.<br/><br/>"But it's a whole lot of talk. Those eyes haven't even seen the life drain out of a Varren..." He looked over to Stephen with the kind of look that said he didn't have the patience to play the social game with his goddamn shenanigans and jokes. "But there is a first time for everything, right? The target is a human by the name of Phillips Besk down in the human ghettos of the underbelly. He's been gathering support for some kind of revolt or some shit like that, been pulling the skins of the soles of our feet for a while now but lately he's been trying to snap our fucking leg off. We want him dead. Real damned dead and displayed for all his little shitheads to see." He looked back to Veyle with a half perverted Turian smile, but his eyes twinkled with something completely different. "I'll pay you double if she returns here with his scalp and the right eyes to prove it."