[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/1gWgZKs1oymyKUYJ1g/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]A man with a grudge and a case
A man with intent on his face

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAp6M8Ln4Ug][color=556B2F]- [I]"Don't Get In My Way" by Zack Hemsey[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Gate to the Tent City
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] City Knowledge (London) 
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	As Thalken neared the gate to the Tent City, two guards materialized into his view. His muscles tensed, half expecting them to jump him upon sight. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of Dao, yet he caught himself at the last second, hand hovering just above it. He took a deep breath, up through his nose and back out through his mouth, in an attempt to calm himself. His fingers flexed above the hilt of his weapon before he let his hand fall back down to his side. He needed to get a grip on his nerves before he did something foolish. Oh wait. It was too late for that. He was one man walking into what was basically the encampment of the Talink's "enemy." Talk about stupid. Though, a part of him hoped that the bold action in and of itself would speak volumes. One could only hope. 

	He approached the two guards at their post. He needed to act natural. [I]How in the hell did he do that?![/I] The corner of his lips pulled up in his sad attempt at looking less--threatening. Yet the guards' words, no matter the presentation, caused the smirk to slips from Thalken's trained façade. His eyes darkened the slightest bit, and a small tic formed in the muscles of his face as his jaw clenched. [I]Words, Thalken. Use words.[/I] 

	[color=556B2F]"The name's Thalken Talink,"[/color] he finally stated matter-of-factly, his chin lifting slightly. [color=556B2F]"I'm certain the Lady Crypt has been expecting me."[/color]