Jamil cursed himself for being this late as he donned the last of his chainmail, all the while thanking the gods that it was of elven make; and not for the first time. It was so much easier to put on elven chain, and unfortunately he found himself in situations that required that kind of speed all too often. After fastening the last strap, he reached toward the cloak rack and threw the garment over his shoulders, pinning the facecloth in place before he walked towards the door. He grabbed his bow and quiver that were set on the table then, and strapped them in place before he opened the door to head down the hallway.<br/><br/>The Ranger hated it when he did this, and all because he decided that brothel would be a good source of information. He had went there hoping that one of the whores had laid with a close contact of this 'Masked Lady', and managed to ply some info out of them through pillow talk. What he found instead was him getting twirled around a bronze skinned beauties finger, and out more gold then he wanted to mourn. It was a lesson learned, don't trust a whore; and maybe this time he would actually get that through his thick skull. He tried not to linger on it though, and just tightened his face as he made his way through the dying heat that lingered from the day.<br/><br/>Jamil knew his way around the city fairly well, so luckily he had used that much to his advantage and got an inn close to 'The Quelskan Kitchen'. It was probably the only reason he was gonna make it to the meeting at all, and he thanked that bit of wisdom as he made his way inside the establishment. He noted how eerie the place seemed this empty, but just chuckled as he lowered his hood and seen one of the staff pointing him in the direction of a single room. He chuckled at that, and tried not to think on how strange this all seemed as he made his way toward the door. Though the Ranger nearly stopped as he heard a strange tone come from inside, and a frown quirked his lips.<br/><br/><em>“So ya want us all to work togevver yeah?” </em><br/><br/><em>A Calastian?</em>Jamil wondered as he noted the accent, and a soft sigh passed his lips as he pushed the words of his uncle from his mind. He remembered well the stories the man told about Calastians, though he himself was no vigil of vesh. Vesh wasn't his home, and he needed to separate such things if he was to get by. So without delay he opened the door, making his entrance just as 'The Lady' was answering the woman's question.<strong>"Damn, looks like I'm more late then I thought."</strong>He interjected after the lady had finished, he wasn't stupid enough to interrupt her after all.<strong>"Do forgive me for that, I had some unexpected issues come up that just-- couldn't be avoided."</strong>He said with a light pause at the last.<br/><br/>Jamil was stretching the truth just a little, but he didn't let that get in his way as he walked toward the table. He noted the woman's pet lizard thing, and then the book on the table as he quickly assessed the information at his disposal. She had mentioned them being known to her, and he noted that signatures were marked down in the pages of the book. He took that as she wanted their signing on things, or so the investigator in him said. He looked the 'Lady of the mask' in the eye then, or what he could see of her's, and tilted his head.<strong>"So all you want is our names in the book?"</strong>He asked plainly.<br/><br/>Jamil wasn't one to step over words, and if that is all the woman wanted; then by the gods he'd give it to her. It may have seemed stupid for him to sign something up without knowing the full of it, but hell he did that every time he renewed his permits in the city or dodged the taxes. One or two more stupid moves politically wouldn't kill em, least that's the way he seen it anyhow.