It was early in the morning when an armored stranger made his way into the city from the south side. His eyes cautiously looked around for any sign of trouble while the people that passed by him whispered assumptions about the lone stranger but no one dared to ask him of his business. likely afraid to make a slip and gain the stranger's ire. Or more accurately afraid of the crossbow he displayed proudly on his person. Though the most common speculation he heard about him was that they thought he was an outlaw of some sort and that he was to do business in Paladros with the crossbow that hung in its holster. 

Though, as the majority of the hushed gossip shared among the common rabble, the whispered speculations were inaccurate for the most part. He was no outlaw. Though they were right about one thing...he was here to do business with the crossbow on his hip.
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He wasted no time making his way to the tavern where he was supposed to meet his contact. A dwarf named Gilligan. Had a job that needed doing and in exchange, he would give him the information he needed about a vicious killer. An outlaw that cut down one and nineteen more of his friends and comrades who tried to bring him to justice. Hard to imagine that an experienced killer like him was in his early twenties, no? Regardless, the stranger then took a spot at the bar just as a strange woman did the same. All the while introducing herself to Giligan. Might as well introduce himself to his contractor, right? [color=silver]"Howdy, Mr. Giligan. I'm the Ranger you requested for the job."[/color]