The further that Elisa was from the center of Harlech, the happier that she was. The stink of the Dragoons was all over the city, their towers pretty much serving as symbols of their own strength and power and the way that they had stamped it all over the Mercenary business.<em>Give them a decade and they’re likely going to be running the show,</em>she told herself as she headed downtown, watching the world around her.<em>And then it’s going to be ‘work by our rules or don’t work at all’</em>.<br/><br/>Putting all that aside, she continued down the busy street, otherwise minding her own business and blending into the crowd. Wearing fatigue pants, a shirt and a tattered jacket, she looked like any other mercenary on the street, one that wouldn’t stand out or be noticed in among those present. It said a lot that she barely paid attention to the few BattleMechs walking in their designated lanes; only in a city like this would a ‘Mech on the street be mundane.<br/><br/>Instead she stepped into a small eatery, collecting her menu and taking a seat at a small table. Moments later, she was joined by another man. Shabby but unremarkable, he could vanish into a crowd in a way that Elisa could only wish to. “Odd choice of a meeting.” He began.<br/><br/>“Best burgers in Harlech.” She replied with a smile.<br/><br/>“Good point.” He conceded. “So what do you need?”<br/><br/>“A bit of information for starters.” Elisa explained. “I’m looking for a bit of background on a Merc unit and its members.”<br/>