Jeffery marched through the cities streets and frowned under his hood from the pouring rain. Not only is it a pain trying to keep his gunpowder dry, but trying to find a place out of the rain seemed damn near impossible! Every building, establishment- hell, even a few boxes were filled to the brim with the cities residence. Speaking of residence, Jeffery was not to sure as how to feel about them. He had heard rumors about the fallen city of London and its people, but he just waved them off as mere rumors. He didn't really think there were these, well, unnatural beings of nature living here. Plus, the strangest thing about this city was its ability to unsettle, yet fascinate Jeffery at the same time. He couldn't explain why, maybe it was the damn rain. 

Jeffery groaned and continued to scan for any suitable places to escape the cities unnatural rain. Finally, after what felt like ages Jeffery spotted an establishment that seemed perfect for shelter. "The Singing Mandrake," he mumbled to himself as he scanned the buildings sign and entered. Jeffery was welcomed by the sight of a bustling establishment. People laughed and sang as they drank their way through the rainy day. People applauded and cheered for the performers on stage and Jeffery couldn't help but smirk. "Seems like a fine place to rest," he said to himself and made his way to an empty booth. Though Jefferies smirk soon disappeared as he glanced left and right to see a few of the patrons giving him an odd, or weary look. He didn't blame them really seeing as how he had his rifle slung over his back, pistol to his right waist and short sword to his left. He wasn't looking for trouble, just a place to think and plan out his new job. Sadly though his appearance didn't give everyone else that message.

He pulled his hood a bit farther down so he couldn't make eye contact with anyone and found a empty booth. He gently placed his rifle onto the table, sat down and pulled out a folded letter left to him by is apparent new employer. Jeffery sighed and made sure to conceal the letter so no one could see it. Didn't want nosey people digging into his business. He unfolded the letter and raised an eyebrow as examined the letter. All that was written was a messy message saying over and over again, [i]"KILL MASTERS! KILL MASTERS!"[/i] Jeffery shook his head and groaned before whispering to himself. "Who in the hell are your masters?