The man's eyes narrowed and he smiled seriously. "Yes. The tattoo-master wants to talk to you. Said its urgent, and to get you before 'demons' show up." The man let out a laugh. "Demons in this day and age? Feh. I can understand hiring mercenaries to track down and capture an adventurer, but someone desperate enough to hire bandits as well and then to order an all out attack to get you, that's just plain wrong. All because some boy says you've been around the tower of an elf in town, and the guards refuse to let our folks in armed to take your or the elf. And then we hear you weren't even here!" The man laughed. "Man were our faces red. Of course, most of its blood that was spilled from the townsfolk. You know, 'innocents'?" He grinned predatorily.<br/><br/>"Tattoos wants to talk to you. Told you to get yourself to the old trade outpost to the south. Oh, and let him know to get the new guys out of the jail. Us older lads are used to this anyway. They'll not be hanging us anyway, heh. Not when they know this." He nod towards his tattoo. "They kill one of us in punishment instead of a death in combat, and our entire mercenary outfit runs this place to the ground." He grinned savagely.<br/><br/>"Honor among thieves."