[h2]Varian Sigmund - Dalenham, Ethora[/h2]

The portly shorter man visibly paled as Edon stood before him. He was clearly not used to being in front of men like this, giving Varian even more indication that this man came from some money. The cloaked merchant cleared his throat and seemed to take in a few sharp breaths before responding to Osmund and Edon's inquiries. "H-her name is Priscilla. A young, dear lass. Beautiful long auburn hair, eyes like mine. A sweet girl. U-unfortunately beyond that... more information I cannot give. Respectfully, sire, as I have said before, I come to you under the garb of discretion. I ask you to honor that... or I will take my business to others."

A few more moments passed before Varian once more sighed and looked at his two companions. He figured whether they wanted to come or not, he could always take the job and leave it to them to decide whether to stay. They had no obligation to do so anyway. With that thought in his mind, the Highman turned back to the corpulent merchant and nodded. “Alright. We accept.” He said, picking up his mug and finishing the rest of his ale before slamming it down hard on the table. The merchant seemed overjoyed.

“Thank you, warriors!” He began fiddling in his pockets as if looking for something, but did not necessarily pull anything out. He continued to speak. “Now, I know you wouldn’t want to set off right away, and without any further knowledge of the mission. Tomorrow at the break of dawn, meet me in front of the gates of Dalenham, ready to go, and I’ll bestow upon you the first half of the payment, as well as additional information. Is this acceptable?”

Varian nodded, and the merchant smiled, speaking again, apparently on the verge of tears. “I will see you tomorrow, then. I cannot thank you enough.”

“Save your thanks for when we actually finish the job.” Varian said coldly. The merchant nodded in understanding, and departed as swiftly a he came, his larger size deceiving in his movements. Varian eyed him the entire time while he left the tavern, before leaning over to the others. “I don't trust him, but I trust the silver. If you want to continue on with me, then we'll go together on this job tomorrow. If you don't, here in Dalenham is where's we'll part ways." There was a lot to consider; what equipment to bring, what path to take, whether he needed to hire additional swords for the job. But for now, "Either way..."

Varian motioned to the bartender. “Oi! Another round for us!” He yelled at him. The bartender was quick to yell back. “Aye, I’ll get you your damn foreign pisswater!”