[Center][h1][color=a36209]Aelyeth[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=gold]"If they inquire, we simply withhold the details. What's the worst that can happen? Are they going to challenge us?"[/color] Ebthor casually brandished his claws, a wicked smile playing on his lips. [color=gold]"Let them try,"[/color] he added, punctuating his words with an equally wicked laugh.

Ah...of course this musclehead would say this, Aelyeth thought. It was just as well, if someone actually tried to dig deeper, Aelyeth would just fall to one of their cover stories, but for the time being, simply saying they were friends should do.

Hopefully, should that happen, she'll pull off the act more convincingly than her attempts to butter up the Royal Respite's proprietor. She's usually more subtle than that, Aelyeth supposed she was a tad too excited at the prospect. Oh well, she supposed you can't win them all.

As they were making their way to Noble Haven, Aelyeth noticed that the warbeast—who had departed the Royal Respite at around the same time—was walking in the same general direction, albeit several paces ahead of Aelyeth and Ebthor as befitting as his heritage of a warbeast. When Ebthor and herself were hired, they were informed that they would be working in a group. And presumable, it was not unlikely that other members of the group would also be set up in Royal Respite. So perhaps this warbeast is...

[color=a36209]"Do you think perhaps that warbeast is also one of the hires?"[/color] she asked Ebthor as the two continue making their way to the mansion.