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No heads remained unturned when the white wolf wolf sauntered on into the questionable bar. The rather fitting red dress she wore coupled with her ample assets did not fail to drop jaws. Rather meekly she took up a spot at counter. Sitting with her legs crossed. "Shop keep, "that kind of place" is this of that establishment?" Lady Priscilla asked with a coy smile. She was asking in code if this was the bar one could make arrangements with the thieves guild to the bar keep.
The bar was located at the far end of town. In a not so well to do neighborhood. A house of sin by nature, the bar was always the meeting place of cut purses and sneak thieves. Now Priscilla knew this, but on the safe side she had asked a few questions. The answer she got was to refer to the bar as 'that kind of place' to the bar keep to get the ball rolling.
In the back alley, her ever obedient servant waited in the shadows. The large fox could make himself scarcely seen when needed and with the proper lighting. He was also deathly quiet, not even his clunky armor seemed to make a sound. With his killer senses he was listening through the thin walls. Not for specifics, just in case anything went down the Rum Valley would have a new fox shaped entrance.
The bartender looked back and forth for a second, and simply whispered to her.
"Yes. One of my men will meet you in the back room."
He gestured to a dark corner of the bar. If you squinted, you could barely see the outline of a door on the wall in the shadows. But you really had to look for it, and the casual observer would easily miss it.
On the other side would be a small room with an old wooden table and chairs set off to one side. Except for the clean (but nicked and cut) table top and chairs, dust covered many of the surfaces. A rack of old kegs covered with stains stood stacked against one side, while only a single naked light bulb lit the area around the table.
The she-wolf made her way to the back of the bar. She was used to the attention she got as she walked, careful to keep her distance from the extra seedy looking ones. Places like this tended not to be too big on the look but don't touch policy. Nothing Priscilla hadn't dealt with before.
Lady Priscilla had to stifle a groan of disgust when she walked into the back room. She took her place on the cleanest seat she could find after dusting it off. From that ever convenient hiding place woman of her 'caliber' possessed she produced a small wad of cash. A fraction of the money she had acquired from that small town. She was her with 2 goals, get information and maybe get some muscle.
Behind the kegs, a door opened and a raccoon in plain clothes walked in. He took a moment to glance at the cash, before moving for a chair. The old wood squeaked loudly as he sat down. After briefly swishing his tail into a comfortable position, the coon leaned forward with his hand clasped together.
"My...you're fast to pull out money," he said, looking at the cash. "Don't you think you should keep your loot hidden in a den of thieves?"
The wolf let out a forced smile, showing those pearly whites her species was known for. "Your hide isn't worth such pittance, I would not attempt to unrightly gain it."She paused looking around. Taking a moment to see if she could spot anything devious that could be used against her."To bring anything into such a place and mourn its loss would be a fools bidding. My thoughts wonder, I am in need of some souls who do not mind doing less then the lord's work. Reward is as high as the risk." She leaned in, sliding the wad forward yet keeping her paw on it. She wasn't sure who should be payed for contracting the men.
"Well," the coon said, looking at the cash but noting she wasn't letting go yet. "If you give me a deposit, so that I know you're serious about this, I'll see who I can round up. But I'm a little confused..."
The coon's eyes shifted back up to the wolf's.
"Have you been in the guild long? You know that we're online, right? I mean, I know this place exudes lots of character and all," the raccoon said this with a slightly joking voice, as he waved his hands at the dusty surroundings. "But if all you wanted was grunts, you could have just done it over the computer."
"Computer?" the wolf thought to herself. She jotted down a mental note to find out what a 'computer' and 'online' was. With out showing her confusion the wolf responded "Always to the source, that is how I find it best to work."
She slid the small wad closer to the raccoon finally releasing it.
"Make sure at least one has a solid head, I need wits as much as brawn." the most important person she could find right now was someone who could explain the modern world to her. She had seen a lot of amazing things on the trip here, such as iron horses with illuminated eyes.
"Where.... am I?" Thought Teridere, as her eyes scattered all over the place. She had woken up only a hours before to find herself in an alien city. Unused to everything, her mind was lost and she kept resiliently walking as she tried to make sense of everything.
"This city isn't where I was before... And where is he?" She asked herself, letting her hands run along the walls as she walked by them, she kept herself quiet and used her ears to cover her horns. She didn't want to cause any uproar, even though she had heard of a battle that occurred a few days back that seemed to cover that for her.
Teridere's body ached, and her legs finally gave as she kneeled over. She laid her back against a wall and slid down it until her bottom was on the sidewalk, which happened to coincidentally be infront of the Rum Valley Bar. She huddled her knees and wrapped her arms around them as she tried to keep confused tears from shedding.
"...I want to go back..." She mumbled weakly, hoping somebody would hear and answer her plea.
"Someone with wits?" the raccoon repeated, as he accepted the money.
Priscilla did a good job hiding her confusion about modern technology, so he still believed they were from the same time. However, the next question might throw her for a loop.
"Do you need one of your lackeys to have special skills, you mean? Like car theft? Computer hacking? Lockpicking?"
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"Little girl...I think you're in the wrong part of town..."
Laughter echoed through the alleyway in front of the bar, as a skinny-looking lynx approached Teridere. A few onlookers, equally as sleazy-looking as the lynx, watched in the background chuckling.
"Need someone to show you the sights? Want some candy?"
Another round of laughter from the small crowd filled the alley.
"Yes, Those first 2 sound good" she had no clue what they did, but skills of all types could be valuable, no reason to turn them down. "the lock picking I can do with out." she knew what that was, when you had a lackey that threw safes around single handed, any lock needed to be picked could be strong armed. Besides she wasn't half bad at it either.
"I wish for my vassels to be able to keep their drool in their jaws, Now if you will be pleased to hasten this meeting. I have many task before the next moon rise." the wolf had a very firm tone. Ice water ran through her veins and she was not afraid to be assertive.
Relic turned his head to peer out of the alley. He had heard the little one's half sobs and ignored it. Now his attention was focused on the laughter and jeering that followed. He moved down the alley hunched over concealing his massive height. Having moved closer to the street his silhouette would become more defined. He was waiting, he could only subdue his paladin's instinct for so long.
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