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[b]Lambs to the Slaughter[/b][/colour]
[sub]Ersand'Enise - Docks
Seen & Mentioned: [@Th3King0fChaos], [@YummyYummy], [@A Lowly Wretch], [@Animus] [/sub]

Silas had turned his nose up at the offered work board.  Not at it has anything to do with his literacy difficulties.  He just didn't much like the idea of if a middle-man or extra effort put between himself and other peoples money.  Besides, his sale of the Wyrm acid and cut from Desmond's egg had set him up rather well, for the rest of the semester at least.  But when he'd heard Desmond mention a familiar name, his curiosity couldn't help but be peeked.  Though he refused to outright say it. Sinn’ulen’luunetar did not meet with just anyone. If he came knocking, it he already knew what he wanted and the price. Never to be bartered on.  His feigned disinterest was stretched rather thin before the end of the same hour he'd hear it.

[colour=7B68EE]"Strange he's meeting you in the docks. There are safer places."[/colour]  He'd casually mentioned to his room-mate over their final breakfast before the derby.

[colour=7B68EE]"Hiring students seems awful risky don't you think? How trustworthy you think that lot is?"[/colour] He whispered after the dramatic display at the auction house.

[colour=7B68EE]"Hope you didn't bring a gun."[/colour]  He bemoaned, happening upon the Enthish boy in latest hours of night, on a rather twisted, empty, path towards the water gate. A claimed coincidence, of course.  

[colour=7B68EE]"Y'know those Yasoi noses,"[/colour] he gestured to his own small, rather flat nose.  [colour=7B68EE]"They can smell that fire-powder from ten feet."[/colour]

His hands were stuffed deep into the large pockets of his coat- at least a half foot too long for his small frame- and he clicked his tongue.  [colour=7B68EE]"I better keep by to watch out for ya."[/colour] If Desmond heard him at all he made little more acknowledgement than a short grunt. 

The pair arrived at the docks to find Carmilla and Trypano.  Not exactly nobles, but rich stuffy enough to be indistinguishable in Silas' eyes. He didn't give them much more than a nod, before most of his focus was put towards no being sick.  The moment they'd stepped onto the boat he'd been overcome with the gentle, yet relentless, lapping of the tides.  Behind his blindfold he closed his eyes and listened to the mysterious man's instructions.  

[colour=7B68EE]"Don't know why we'd have to meet them at all."[/colour]  He piped up, well after the meeting had finished and the other had begun discussing, but enough time for his face to regain it's usual colour.  [colour=7B68EE]"They all staying in the Cathedral District- [i]The Cathedral[/i] even.  Could pop in while they're at breakfast and check their beds and clothes."[/colour]  His energy and excitement renewing with each idea that came to mine, he unknowingly began tapping his foot and nodding while one hand emerged to reach for one of the vials. [colour=7B68EE]"What'd there even be to notice missing?"[/colour]