While the Veiled Ones had sent out their invitation to the Nobleman of the family Brighton, the letter didn't manage to make it to the man's hand. Instead, it was given to a hired mercenary of their own. They normally would have sent out their younger son to fight in their oldest's place, but this was far too suspicious to be taken lightly by a lesser trained duelist. The mercenary they had hired was the renowned martial master, Solomon Ross. The Brighton family actually met Ross through their oldest son, Alexander, as Alexander trained with the same master. Though for a much shorter time.

When Solomon was brought to their abode, and given the note that had been sent to them, he knew that this was a trap. Or at least an incredibly untrustworthy challenge to a duel. Who knows how many men would be waiting in that alleyway for the young Alexander. With a small payment, and a bit of convincing, Solomon was sent off to take care of the challenge in his stead. In any case, Alexander was currently out, and hence couldn't accept in the first place. 

Now that he had the note, a small payment, and a lesson to teach to a young mercenary. Solomon set off to his "adventure." In reality it only took a few days to find the alleyway, and he had no intention of tarrying. 

The old man walked with intent through the alleyways of the great city, the clamor of the numerous weapons on his back made passerbys look upon him with quizzical expressions. A weapons merchant in these times? Questions such as  those ran through the masses, their confusion was reasonable, his appearance was odd. With a map in his hands, he looked lost, but he was really right on schedule. The day and hour were perfect, and he rounded the corner into the alleyway just as the sun set on the horizon. The long shadow of the old man crept its length across the feet of D'Angelo. The homeless folks that littered the alley raised their hands to him, and he placed a few coins in their open palms. 

Peering down his crooked nose at the man in the hood, Solomon raised an eyebrow to him. "You there, young man. I think you might be the man I'm looking for."