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Interactions: Gun'tar [@Ashevelendar](listening)[/center]

At the sound of a vaguely familiar voice, Kyras lifted his head to look towards the approaching Gargantu. He couldn't quite make out what he said from where he was stood, but it seemed to be directed at someone else, a follower or entourage perhaps? Moving close enough to hear the conversation properly, he recognised the Gargantu as a previous client of his. Gun'tar, if he remembered correctly, which meant that his little slave should be nearby as well. Kyras wasn't surprised to see the Gob, Reek, drag himself to his feet after being kicked in the ribs and follow behind his master, but a small part of him, a tiny thread of humanity he had tried to remove, tugged at him in pity for the faintest of seconds.

As Gun'tar spoke, Kyras felt a small amount of surprise when he openly admitted to being familiar with the services of Assassins. It was an almost an unspoken law amongst the rich and the poor alike that that was a topic that was spoken about in hushed tones, or not at all, yet he so openly admitted it... was he foolish or arrogant? Those that have employed assassins usually have something to hide, so it raises a flag against the Gargantu. As he finished his request, the assassin's suspicions raised again at the unspecified item he would like them to retrieve, the whole 'you'll know when you need to know' approach leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Regardless, he remained silent as he contemplated the pros and cons of the request.

Overall, Kyras was in agreement with the others about the usefulness of a guide, but he was also less eager to accept the task. His problem was not a moral one, like the elfan, but more in line with that of the shield-carrying Kil'garen. While he didn't care for the well being of Gun'tar should he receive the items he wanted, the fact it was an unknown object in an unknown area meant that the risks involved in its retrieval would be impossible to properly prepare for. This increases the risk towards the party, or more specifically himself. While Kyras wouldn't normally hesitate to throw someone else to the wolves to save himself, the explosive phylacteries within their hearts ensures a shared and mutual death should one of them fall.

Slightly irritated by the whole situation, he hung back from the group, not saying a word but also not hiding his presence, not that anyone would notice anyway. Leaning against the stones of the nearest wall, Kyras waited, curious to see where this would lead while his mind worked to make contingencies in case something adverse may happen.