Gavin// ---------- Gavin gave but a simple nod gave another check to his grip. His arm did feel better, the problem would be sleeping but he'd try his best to sleep comfortablely. He soon excused himself from the room, closing the door behind him he stopped just in front of the bathroom. His head rolled slow as he stepped in and briefly prepared to make his rounds. 'Now for the hard part...' he thought. Minutes later... The sound of water sloshing around in a bucket. This place didn't have conventional "faucets" that he was used to, he had to be humbled by how water was recycled here. To wash laundry, and even the body, at least this is what information his mind pieced together for him. He looked into the mirror and quivered all over, his skin crawled, leaving him with goosebumps. He began to wonder if the blood was gone...he hoped it wore thin and his antibodies eliminated the threat by now. Exiting he proceeded down the hall to an empty room, a single bed that lay close the floor. A candle next to a nightstand, tattered carpets, and blinds over the window. Sitting to the bed, the trouble thought came back and plagued his mind. The more he seemed to focus on this person in absence of company, naturally all inclinations of his business against the empire were the focal point to one person. The strength he had to acquire, to become cursed all as a burden to restore the prominence of a family name. Gavin never spoke of his family or issues they were being put through as a result of one, one that was currently enlisted in the empire. Stroking at his chin, his red eyes flickered and he released a cold sigh, casually leaning his back completely flat and positioning his arm on his chest. 'Uncomfortable yes, but it'd have to do for now.' Slowly but surely, slipping into an active state of unconsciousness, Gavin finally passed out. --------- //Salforge --------- Well for starters this was already turning out to an arduous day and the mercenary was growing ever more bothered by this string of mishaps. There was no room to doubt his intuition, no sane man would cooperate with the empire, and he was certain that the strangers here would sooner riot than assist the enemy. That was fine, the mercenary took it as a challenge, for meaning to earn his living and further his own agenda without conventional struggle wasn't challenging at all. This informant of theirs, he'd guess correctly in thinking they'd likely be more reliable than gifted in the art of guise from strangers. It wouldn't last, based on what he said along with such conviction, his words were timeless, but the informant was priority. As they approached, Ryoko's observation was the first red flag, the mercenary grimaced already anticipating the worst-case scenario. As she kicked him over, Salforge gave a soft nod. "Your informants tend to expire rather fast. You sure you didn't persecute him yourself?" He professed in jest. In all seriousness he did have every intention of answering her question. "What kill him you say? Fine, it's easy enough to deduce when you scan the entire scene at once. Allow me. One-hundred and Third." The mercenary snapped his fingers, activating passive enhancement to immovable block. He touched the ground with his bare hand, and spread what seemed like a barrier to coat the entire room. From the floor rose miniature blocks, rectilinear shapes that prospered left and right of Ryoko and Salforge. His skills were linked, his right eye became glass-like, as something was beginning to remove itself in the form of a block and it only proceeded to grow larger in size. Becoming a square screen it was a projection of the current scene. "How much are you willing to wager we've already encountered our killer Ryoko?" Salforge pointed at the screen. From what I can tell, this was done fresh, about an hour ago. HIs wounds depict that he was sliced by a scimitar, one clean stroke of the throat cutting several arteries in the process. That wasn't the killing blow, it appears he was impaled in his sternum which was split open. Either you're dealing with a surgeon or an assassin familiar with precision cutting." Salforge stood up and dismissed his screen and blocks the wayside. "I've taken enough mental pictures. If you know the informant's name, let's ask around from there. I'm sure you're highly skilled at lying Ryoko, telling who is shouldn't be an issue."