[h3][color=ed1c24]Ekaterine Volkov[/color][/h3]

[color=ed1c24]"I see you are still as boring as always... You can't deny that getting away from that shootout alive was a thrilling and exhilarating experience."[/color] she said to him after hearing his answer. [color=ed1c24]"Its our job. We might as well enjoy doing it, right? After all,' If you do what you love, you'll never work a day in your life'" [/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Still, we are an irrefutable proof of what I just said. We survived. Facing death so many times made us stronger, faster, smarter, craftier..."
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[color=ed1c24]"Random violence isn't natural, I agree with you about that. The human nature itself is constantly at war: violence and peace. The wish of controlling everything and the fear of being controlled themselves..."
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[color=ed1c24]"Light can't exist without darkness. That is the same for war and peace. Without one, the other doesn't exist. Priests, monks and others like them pray for peace, am I right? They do whatever they can to maintain and promove peace and harmony. Maybe that makes me a priest of death, war and violence?"[/color] she said, provoking him.

As soon as she finished talking, a very lousy and seemingly drunk man started yelling with a very weird green drink on his hand.
"And here's to you, arse holes!" the man said, before turning back to the back of the bar.

[color=ed1c24]"Yeah, yeah... I noticed. By the way he did that signal, we might not be the only ones here, keep an eye out for others."[/color] Ekaterine whispered, getting up together with Ariah after he nudged her.
[color=ed1c24]"That signal wasn't very subtle, was it?"[/color] she said with a chuckle, going where the loud man went.
[color=ed1c24]"We should talk like this again. Its so fun to provoke you!"[/color] she said with a playful expression.
[color=ed1c24]"Don't be so grumpy about that! I promise I'll reward you for that shootout."[/color] she said winking to him with a mischievous smile, provoking him.

While they were following the mysterious man, Ekaterine couldn't help herself but wonder what were they being contacted for. Being contacted like that, using signals and in an overly secretive way wasn't that uncommon. In fact, some of their most interesting and fun contracts were done in similar circumstances. She couldn't hope but think what awaited for her behind the bar. Which eccentric personality was the one contracting them that time.

As she was almost entering the room, she looked back for a second, only to confirm what she was already suspecting.
[color=ed1c24]"Apparently, our "friends" are here as well..."[/color] she whispered, discreetly nudging Ariah.
[color=ed1c24]"The Elf and the tiny woman, do you see them?"[/color]

The elf looked almost like a noble or a scholar of some sorts with his fancy, formal clothes and his lack of muscles...
The dryad on the other hand, wore common, peasant clothes. Diminutive and with a very delicate appearance, with short, maple red hair, she certainly didn't look like a mercenary, nor anyone who could actually take care of herself (mostly thanks to her appearance and the fact that she was giggling like a child).
Standing out like a sore thumb, a scoped rifle rested in a sling on the girl's back.