[h2][color=blue][u]Ariah Lusias                                             [/u][/color][/h2][indent][h3][color=blue]Location: City of Solace - The Sun Sailor Pub[/color][/h3][/indent]

Ariah made his paces through the room and upon finding the table established with documents, maps, and of course chairs arranged to invite him closer did such. Walking over to the table he took a seat canted to the right of the old man at the head of it. Sure this was all weird, even for a world of weird, but there seemed to be a solid method to their madness. Then as the rest of the band flowed in through the door their madness was made known. A recap of the local political situation on all sides proved that they had at least managed to do their homework. Followed by a rather shady and underhanded way for why independent contractors were brought into the loop.

All in all it was a rather lack-luster and poor sounding job from an opportunist's view. Yet this kind of thing was exactly what Ariah fought for. While the conversation between Kat and himself only moments ago had been on this very thing. Fighting for an ideal of peace at any cost in a world where it almost seems contradictory. In fact one would even say that these men had stolen his very thoughts and ideals for their own use. Even if the pay wasn't going to be breaking any banks, it wouldn't matter to Ariah, [color=blue]"From the view of a mercenary I'd be mad to join this. But from the standing of an idealist I can't stress how much I'd like to make this change. Count me in!"[/color] He spoke out cheerily, ready to begin this fight for peace.

On the topic of Kat however. Well she didn't particularly tag along with his ideals and of course many different ones. To Ariah, her answer may not come as easy, yet no matter what her answer was he'd still drag her along by the ankles if he needed. This was a worthy mission and one that she needed to join him on.