<strong>Location</strong>: Grismont<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 11pm<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: The moustache man<br/><hr/><br/>Yesult pulled the coat that confirmed him and his habit closer to himself to protect himself against the weather. He wasn’t entirely sure yet why the man had called them in. But he knew they wouldn’t have been called without him having something important. It was too dangerous to gather in the city like this for no reason. But still that was no reason to be rude.  He bowed his head politely to the moustached man. “Good evening brother.  Don’t worry. We weren’t followed. Thank you for calling us.  I understand the grave risk you’re taking.”<br/><br/>Making his way into the man’s home he remained standing and took a spot near by out of the way to let the man do as he needed.  “Now then why did you call us. What do you need or wish to share?” He questioned softly, not wanting to push the man but they had obviously been called in for a reason and he wished to know what that reason was.<br/>