Ronan had bought his groceries and had them in hand as he pulled out a small, dirty paper. It was his daily chore list. He had already mentally marked off, buy supplies. Next up, the message board. He made his way to it, just the idea of the board was pulling Ronan closer. His sister thought it magic, if nothing else. But what the Hell was magic anyway? Ronan thought it was just fucked up science. He followed his mother's beliefs when it came to that sort of thing. She knew what she was doing wasn't any sort of magic. It was man-made bullshit. His sister though, the one who really had the gift, believed in it heart and soul, head to toe. Sometimes Ronan envied her blind faith, but then he always ended up remembering that faith gets you nowhere but hurt or dead. So he believed in what he knew. He knew the board had what his sister called magic, and he knew that he was in the right business to always find it. What he didn't know, was how it worked. 

Ronan checked his grocery bag, counting all the things he needed for beef stew. He hoped it would be enough, he didn't want to go to the store twice today. When he looked up from the bag, the board was there, confusing letters and all. He put his list back and pulled out another paper, one for the code. Ronan nodded at it before memorizing the request. Benril Mangus was the unlucky man of the week. 

Ronan headed home to give his sister the stew ingredients. When he got there, he put the meat in a pot and splayed everything out for when he came back. He thought it would be good, if anything, it was always good to his sister. He checked on her, and she was doing what she always did, practice. She was practicing for when she felt ready enough to go out and follow in their mother's footsteps. Although, unlike their mother, she wanted to be honest. She wanted to share the magic, and better people and their lives through it. Ronan had always thought it silly and strange, but he would never tell her that. Better she realize it on her own than give up on any happiness she might find on the way. 

He left the house, heading towards the contract. He would wait at the Serpent's Lair until nightfall, maybe ask around to see what kind of trouble he was really getting into. According to the contract, it would be easy, but if there was one thing he learned from the trade, don't underestimate anyone. That little starving beggar could always have a knife and the ability to use it.