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Crossing his arms over his chest, Kalon casually leaned against a nearby stone wall as an annoyed looking Imperial woman came barging into the room and began shouting, demanding to know why she had been summoned apparently. He watched as Quintus quickly and efficiently silenced her, before returning his attention to a crisp piece of white parchment sitting on a sizable oak table at the center of the room. A slight smirk appeared on Kalon's masked face. These two had just given away far more information then they had wanted, simply by interacting with each other. The woman, Flavia, had shown herself to be the hotheaded type from her entrance and thus someone who could be easily manipulated with the right provocations. As for Quintus, he had revealed himself to be a no nonsense man who didn't tolerate disobedience of any kind from those in his employ.

Not a very useful piece of information, for the time being anyway, though something he could possibly use later on if he needed to.

Turning his attention back to the other's with him in the room, Kalon carefully observed each new person that entered, taking mental notes of their clothing, gear, and general body posture for future reference. Finding out what made someone tick was much easier than most believed. It was simply a matter of watching how they reacted to thing's when relaxed as opposed to stressed and comparing the two. After the last person entered, an Argonian by the looks of it, Quintus waited for a few more minutes for any other late arrivals before going into the specifics of the jobs itself. Apparently the count of Skingrad had hired them to collect a sum of gold, or an equal amount of livestock and valuables, from the stubborn villagers in one of his fiefs.

An easy job, but not one without risk. If there wasn't a way to take what they needed diplomatically, then they had to resort to force or intimidation, which could be...messy. He really hoped they didn't have to resort to such tactics. That would attract attention, something he did not need more of right now.

Once he was done with his briefing, Quintus dismissed them all, but not before telling them to inform those who had failed to arrive on time of the mission. Nodding affirmatively at Quintus, Kalon went off to get ready, but not before examining each and every room in the place for any sign of those yellow clad figures from earlier. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Kalon made his preparations and returned to the main room, after grabbing another strip of leather to better secure his pack with, and waited by the buildings main entrance for the other's.