<br/><strong>Over at the Perfect Princess Tavern</strong><br/><br/>As Shiloh, Woem and the masked figure came out of the tavern they where greeted by the strangely eerie green glow of the pubs lanterns, and there several yards in the distance the flicker of torches and cries of an angry mob for all in the district to hear and see. Clearly this was more than a few thugs an ambush or sorts had likely been arranged, with a small group of what looked like local thugs and mercenaries surrounding the Necromancer and his female companion who stood on guard keeping herself between the encircling group and her charge.<br/><br/>The ringleader of the group brandished a worn club in his hand tapping it menacingly against his palm as he spoke up.<em> “Give it up heretic, we don't need yer alive but the pay will be all the sweeter if you are but the lads an I are sure to enjoy sending yer to your grave much the same.”</em>The group leered and jeered at the pair shouting insults and angry threatening cries, some laughing grimly at the situation.<br/><br/>The Necromancer glanced to his female friend and guard who's hands stood ready at her weapons awaiting her charges signal, he stared with a cold frown about the threatening group and sighed before raising his own voice to counter the ringleaders.<em> “I am no heretic no heathen, you are all of you blind and but sheep to another's cause.  If you think to kill or capture me then so be it, you shall never take me or my companion alive we will never surrender to the likes of you.  Death does not scare us, if the Grey King has marked us in his book for this day then so be it!”</em><br/><br/>The Necromancer's guard swiftly drew her short swords in response to her charges words standing between the circling group as they roared with anger and prepared to attack,  each waiting for another to make the first move waiting for there ringleader to jeer them on.  The ringleader laughed and smiled in a slightly sinister manner<em>“You heard em lads, lets send em on there way...kill em. both, the Inquisitor can find another ta question.”</em><br/><br/>As Shiloh and Weom witnessed the spectacle the masked figure looked on with them before glancing to them, the slightly feminine voice rang cold an uncaring as it posed a question to them yet it was prosed as if the answer where important to the masked figure.<em> “Do you plan to intervene in this matter ?”</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Rhaella the quest concludes...?</strong><br/><br/>Rhaella did not have to search far to find the Master he appeared to be waiting for her when she exited the room, he greeted her with a grin and a twirl of his mustache before crossing his arms before her puffing himself up bold before her.<em>“So was it as good as I promised then Elf ? Was it everything you dreamed ? Id bet it was or I am not Arsuth Master of dreams merchant of pleasures.”  </em><br/><br/>Arsuth smiled down at her proudly and boldly confident of her answer he had little reason to doubt and rarely came across any who where disappointed with his trade, of course he was always looking for that challenge and chance that someone might disagree but given his stature and skill that was fairly unlikely. He glanced at Rhaella with questioning eyes and a friendly grin<em> “I get the sense there is something else you wish to discuss with me though Elf,  what can Arsuth do for you now then ?”</em><br/><br/>