Specter looked about at everyone present. The mutant had left and two more people had emerged from within the house, however, one of them was someone he had hoped to avoid, oh well, if these were the people to listen to his plea then he could not ask for more, not unless he wanted to sound suspicious. Still holding his hands up, he started speaking in a calm manner as to not to raise any tensions and kept his mind empty should anyone in the group try to peek into his mind, should they have a strong telepathic gift.

[color=0076a3]"Well... first, the warning."[/color] He said, slowly lowering one of his hands to pull out a few papers from one of his pockets. [color=0076a3]"As I'm sure you all know, both Erubesco and Liberty want you dead, each for their own reason. Well, now it seems that a slaver group wants you all dead or enslaved, your guess is as good as mine!"[/color] 

And with that, Specter threw down on the ground several wanted posters of various members of the Wanderers and a large poster that simply specified the Wanderers themselves as targets and the reward these jobs entailed.

[color=0076a3]"Now, no single mercenaries would be dumb enough to attack you unless they asked for death, however, I was able to pick up word a few settlements back that a slaver group was gathering up it's men to hunt you down, boasting about how they would do what neither Erubesco or Liberty could."[/color] He paused for a few moments to let the information sink in to the people present. [color=0076a3]"Now, you are the few people I have ever sympathized with in the years I've spent in the Ash, so instead of hunting for you, or offering my skills to either of the factions, or the slavers, I wish to... well, make a contract with you people. Though of course that in and of itself would have to be discussed in detail later as to what I'll be doing specifically."[/color] He said, still holding his hands up and taking a deep breath before speaking once more. 

[color=0076a3]"So... what do you say?"[/color] he asked and though his body betrayed no tension whatsoever, his mind was already thinking of deploying one of the flashbangs to allow him to escape if they did not accept his offer.

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Aran saw everyone's reactions when he spoke about the fate of the test subjects he received and was not entirely surprised to see everyone's aversion to the results of his manner of testing. His lips formed into a sad smile, feigning the sadness over all the subjects that were the cause of his death and started speaking in a mournful tone.

"Commander Lovette, miss Norrevinter, you seem to think that I willingly wish the death of people, that I am just an executioner when I really am not, each death is a tragedy, even if it is an enemy prisoner, or one of our own serfs, it doesn't matter whose it is is, life is sacred and being the one to end one is horrifying." his expression briefly turned to one disgust before his speech continued. "However, it was not to be and I was forced to witness death after death, when I thought that last deaths I would have to witness were the ones of my family, howe..." as he spoke, Aran felt his words catch in his throat quite literally, and for a moment he panicked, placing a hand on his neck, that was before he saw commander Botrelle giving him a stern look.

Understanding what it meant, he raised his hands to signal that he had finished speaking before sitting back down on his seat with a sad smile still on his expression, awaiting for the discussion to finish and he would be able to discuss with a certain someone in person, though he imagined the discussion would not be a very good one for him.