[center][h1]The Great Gus[/h1][/center]
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Gus loved to gamble with the simpler folk; it always turned a profit. [color=gold]”Seems I win the entire pot again.”[/color] The man laughed contentedly as he collected his due from the table. "Damn you, maybe it would be more fair if you weren’t at the table," one of the bandits gave the dashing rogue a stank eye. [color=gold]”Hey now, I’m not a cheat or anything like that. I’m not one of the dirty mages that would use their filthy trickery in a game like this.”[/color] Gus lowered his head, hanging in head in disappointment at the accusation. 

It seemed like it was the call to duty as the various captains were drumming up the men for the attack. The main force had been stalking the quarry for most of the day, and now their little camp is going to provide the reinforcements to take down the group. Their foe was vastly outnumbered, and the job was sold as easy pickings. It was very easy to infiltrate; even the battle mage was able to glide within their ranks effortlessly.

Then he noticed Conn’s action with the bandits. It caused him to look rather frustrated; did he really have to do it just when it was getting good? [color=gold]”I’m so sorry, fellas. I promise to buy you a drink next time we meet, ‘kay?”[/color] With a swift motion, he grabbed the back of the heads of both playing bandits and hit them against each other. He chuckled as the bandits slumped unconscious, their cards and coins scattered across the table. He made sure to grab all the coins he could, especially the one he wagered, which bore the mark of his mentor, a symbol of daggers and treasure.

[color=gold]”Well, that escalated quickly,”[/color] Gus remarked, flashing a charming grin at the remaining bandits. [color=gold]”I would prefer it if you would just let me knock you out, but I assume you guys aren’t really for that idea.”[/color] The remaining bandits eyed Gus warily as he grinned at them. One of them, apparently the leader of this motley crew, scowled and spat on the floor.

"You think you can just waltz in here, cheat us at cards, and then play hero?" A hulking bandit approached him, cracking his knuckles. "You're gonna pay for that, pretty boy."

Gus maintained his easygoing smile, seemingly unfazed by the threat. [color=gold]"Now, now, no need for hostility. I am just doing my job, I’m sure you must understand."[/color]

It wasn’t much longer when Gus broke out through the bushes, with a couple of arrows hot on his tail. He ran into the clearing, where the other team of mercenaries he was supposed to join were bunched up. He raised his hands towards Torsten, then flashed a smile at the red-headed beauty, Faline, behind him. [color=gold]“I signed up for the right side after all. I was starting to doubt myself for a good moment back there.”[/color] He flashed his special coin towards them as an arrow pierced his figure as the body fell on the floor and faded away, as he seemed to step out of no-where behind the illusion coin in hand, [color=gold]“I am led to believe you know where the old man vanished to.”[/color]