At the fire stood a peculiar young lady, one more fetching then the average wench who scuttled in this unsatisfactory town, timbers tied to there backs and the soot and coal dust prying to there every inch, forcing them to gag in desperation, there lungs dreaming of a day when the former youth and cleanliness of their's is returned to the highest they had seen, like a new born baby. 

Instead, Hilde seemed polished. Her cheeks were not particularly rosy and she was clearly not a woman in the prime of her youth, but her beauty perused her even in these middle ages. She kept a sly promiscuous way to her. Her hip cocked to the side, and her eyes showing a fake lust in them. As she watched new face near her she couldn't help but smile, but did well to keep it friendly rather then the ruthless one she used often. He was new here, and he must have money then the average man. It wasn't called the town of rats just because of what she was 'selling'. The streets were filled with urchins and crooks, eyeing anyone they could use to get a quick buck, even if it meant they needed to thin the populous. Hilde and her accommodates were the kings of such swindling, and it was about to show.

Unannounced to Mandis, two more where waiting for him. Both set to run, sharing an equal smile. One covered like a mummy, ready to bump into the man, and rush away and the other drooling old coot ready to give an alibi. They seemed to know what they were doing, and with each holding various tools for the job, they wanted this done soon. Raul wasn't about to let some newbie get the best of him, the 'king of the guttersnipes' the 'master of sleaze', and to him this was just a way for showing people the ropes in town. With a surprisingly stock built man with blond hair and dark brown eyes, his clothes nothing more than burlap and an ax dangling by his shoulder, he walked to Raul and sat a paper down, walking to the end of the alley to watch for others. This was sven. 

"He carries some knife, but it looks dull and fragile, not worth taking but knowing you I bet ya will" The man blustered in an Irish accent, slurring words. Raul merely chuckled.
"I don't care if he's armed, tell me about the bags, or money" Replied the other man, only to back down when Sven clenched his fist,
"By the way. I think this man's attempting to find you three. Be weary, it may be another Solvmed incident" Sven dully murmurs.
"As I stated before, those assassins were sent at the expense of perhaps three ounces of silver, no one was trying to kill us, just gambling or enjoying a break with there cash" Raul growled. 
Silence follows as they watch the area before them.