The birds singing was now being echoed out as a larger and larger gathering of carrion birds assembled within the branches of all the trees that surrounded the clearing. A few travellers had paused and glanced over to view the scene, but the sight of the lifeless bodies on the ground were enough to cause them to hasten their journeys and disappear from sight down the long dirt road. It was a bit surprising that none of the city guards had approached the three men that remained standing upright. Perhaps the D'ol Dathri had paid them off? That wouldn't come as much of a surprise, what with Ornestoro admitting to testing the shaven-haired 'monk' if he were still a capable fighter. Getting the city guards involved accidentally would only cause nothing but trouble. Not that 'trouble' would be any concern for the shaven-headed 'monk'. Nomi just stared at him in silence for a moment and just smirked to himself as he wondered if his old friend would be stupid enough to start a fight with the soldiers that protected the city. Perhaps if he were paid enough, who knew?

The bandit who wielded the greatsword from earlier stirred and came to, where he sat up and winced before clenching both his hands over his face, feeling the broken nose that had now stopped bleeding. One glance up at the blind man caused panic to overcome the bandit as he shuffled backwards on his butt, trying to get away. The noises he made caused the silver-haired man to glance down and just grin, which prompted the greatsword user to scramble up to his feet and flee the scene as quickly as his feet would carry him. The blind man just stood there, as solid as a statue and kept his arms folded across his chest. There was no point in stepping on ants. The bandit had learned his lesson. He'd not be kidnapping kitchen hands again any time soon. Hearing the D'ol Dathri speak to the blind man in his native tongue, Nomi 'glanced' to Jintaru and just stared at him with an expressionless look spread across his face. He didn't understand nor speak D'ol Dath-tar. Fortunately the shaven-headed 'monk' had saved Nomi the trouble of asking what the wealthy looking 'pedder of information' had said.

Nomi scoffed at the words that left his old friend's lips and he appeared to look back towards the D'ol Dathri, 'staring' at him much the same way the blind man 'looked' inside of Jintaru back at the tavern. Interestingly, this Ornestoro fellow was a very difficult man to read. He kept his cards close to his chest and his body language was but a murmur of a whisper. However, there were some things that were impossible to hide. After a second or two of silence, Nomi stepped towards the tall, dark-skinned man and sniffed the air about him a couple of times. He smelt of the rich, his clothes carried a scent of only the finest fragrances. This made who asked for payment, had no need for coin.
[color=teal]”Payment? If he can throw away one thousand gold for your head, the last thing he needs is more gold.”[/color]
The blind man snorted in Jintaru's direction, before he raised his right hand and held up an index finger, asking for a moment. Lowering his hand back down and unclasping the buckle that secured the flap of his satchel down, Nomi's hand buried deep within his bag before he pulled out an object wrapped in cloth. The shape of the item was that of a crescent moon, but it was thinner and sharper at one end. It was about eight inches long. The cloth it was wrapped in was damp and appeared to have a spell enchanted into the fabric to constantly keep it sodden at that.

[color=teal]”I've been trying to find a use for this, but I cannot. Perhaps a man of your... connections, might find use for it.”[/color]
Nomi tossed the object to the floor, where the fabric that covered it opened up, revealed a jet black claw underneath. Exposure to the dry air caused the claw to set aflame instantly and the fire burned with a ferocious intensity. The heat coming off it was unreal. With a smirk on the blind man's lips, he nodded his head towards the claw that lay upon the ground just before Ornestoro's feet.
[color=teal]”That is a claw of Naur Runya, the Dragon of Flames. Don't loose that cloth. It's enchanted to keep the flames under control.”[/color]
With his payment offered, the blind man waited a moment to see if there was any reaction from the peddler of information. Nomi's hand returned to within his satchel were he dug out the scroll fragment that he had revealed to the shaven-headed 'monk' earlier in the day. That same dark power radiated off the piece of ancient parchment the moment it was pulled from the blind man's bag. The veins within the silver-haired man's hand and forearm once more started to turn black, as if the scroll itself was corrupting his very body. Allowing the fragment to fall open on it's own accord, Nomi flashed the image of the jet black crystal to Ornestoro.
[color=teal]”I want to know where I can find this.”[/color]