Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151119155453/@comment-25038310-20151122111623

Arnaud sighed, becoming extremely impatient with this whole business meeting. He had been there for a longer tile than he was supposed to, and noone had yet arrived. Not even a message of any sort. An eery silence was the only thing present in the bar.

He grumbled, rising from his seat as he headed towards the door, sickened with the slopyness and false promise of septims and a job. He was ready to grab the doorknob, until a cold voice spoke from behind him.

"Arnaud Sauvetierre." The cold and distorted voice said. Once the mercenary turned around, five cloaked men stood next to the bar. The innkeeper widened his eyes as he exchanged stares between the two men, before exiting the bar through the backdoor.

Arnaud frowned; not due to the sudden appearance of these men, but rather due to the fact tha they had all drawn their pistols. And what worried him more was the fact that they had some sort of supressors attached to the barrels in order to silence the noise of the shots.

The men all wore crude leather bandanas and some sort of leather padded armor complete with lightweight armor that made them look like a typical assassin. Their headgear varied; two of them wore spiked leather helmets and the others wore simple hoods. The one who spoke performed a single gesture with his hand which caused the assassins to spread out and cover more ground.

"What is this?" Arnaud asked, even though he probably knew the answer to that question.

"Are you Lafayette's relative?" He asked.

Again that name. Arnaud was sick of it. What would that even matter? He was dead fir about a decade now, yet these people still cared. It was a rhetorical question, but it annoyed him that he still had to answer that.

"What of it?" Arnaud replied.

"That a yes?" One of the others asked. The voice belonged to a female that previously remained silent.

"Ofcourse he is. He's that filth's relative, alright." Another male said. "What are we waiting for? Let us have our revenge already."

"Fine." The supposed leader cut off the rest with a simple answer, turning back to Arnaud. "Your cousin stands accused of several crimes against our leader. The punishment will now be carried out."