<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Hugin.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">ISOKE FOXFYR</span></strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Class:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Hexcrafter (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13652)</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Location:</strong>The Slaughtered Prince (main room)</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>The fine hairs at the back of Isoke’s neck stood on end and a chill ran down his spine as Ailis mentioned the name ‘Septimus Finn’.  He found himself nervously tapping the hilt of the sword at his hip, an unconscious part of his mind finding it a good idea to be ready to draw steel.  Not that it really mattered; as far as he understood it, if Mr. Finn wanted you dead then it was only out of an act of generosity on his part if there was a body left for your relatives to bury.  Most cases you would just disappear one night and are never seen again.<br/><br/><em>“You are all here because you have stolen from Mr. Finn. All of you. That you did not know you stole from him is the only reason you are still alive. He feels you owe him. You will repay your debt.”</em><br/><br/>That statement froze the blood in his veins and caused his skin to lighten a few shades as the feeling of dread washed over him.   Isoke lived on the fringes of the underworld, making sure to keep plenty of space between him and the darkness that resided deep in the criminal society.  Even from the peripheries of the culture, rumors of the mysterious Septimus Finn spread like so many children’s horror stories with just enough support to make the existence of the phantom figure plausible; and like those horror stories of one’s youth, they carried lessons meant to warn you of where danger lurks.  One such lesson is to avoid dealing with him.  If you got to deal with him, just got to make sure you don't end up owing him. Because then you're in his debt, which means you're in his pocket. And once you're in there, you’re never coming out.<br/><br/>Isoke absentmindedly took the parcel handed to him and opened it, his thoughts still preoccupied in their attempts to wrap around the situation he found himself in.  It was surreal; like being diagnosed with a terminal illness when you were feeling like a million platinum.  Once he started flipping through the pages, all those scary tales held the same credibility as a history book; Finn knew him just as well as he knew himself.  Better even, he had not been aware of several of the routines that were clearly itemized on the pages before him.<br/><br/><em>"Looks like we're fucked sideways,"</em><br/><br/>“With the business end of a rake.”  Isoke amended to the Halfling’s statement as he closed the folder to look at his comrades of the condemned.  It seemed to be a motley group from several walks of life presumably assembled to work together to pay off their ‘debt’.  He wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to know the price he owes such a powerful man.<br/><br/>Unlike the brunette woman, Isoke didn’t hesitate to accept the offered drink despite its dubious quality and took a hearty pull from it doing his best to ignore the non-liquids that passed over his pallet.  Had it been any other time, the magus wouldn’t have even considered trying the swill with the way Darcoli advertised it, but after that news bombshell he was willing to try just about anything to dull his thoughts.  A reflex that was equal parts cough and gag signaled that he had his fill of the drink before handing it back to its owner with a bitter expression on his face that still did what it could to express gratitude for the drink all the same.<br/><br/>“Ye gods, is it even possible to drink that with a straight face?”  Isoke jested after coughing again and rubbed his tongue against his teeth to try to scrape off some of that flavor.  “The name is Isoke by the way.  As for why I’m here…”  He shrugged with an exaggerated clueless expression on his face.  “I’m a small time alchemist and part-time prankster; nothing of which should have even been a footnote in a big league criminal’s news report.  I’d say they got the wrong guy, but they clearly have done their homework on us.”<br/>