Gathering Supplies (Zelenarose)

[Riley]

Riley closed the door behind him, this job would be one of his least favorite ever. He disliked the use of poison, you couldn't be sure if your target would ingest it. And even if they did, you didn't know if they would get to a cure fast enough. He would much rather just put a blade or an arrow through the man's vital organs. It was a simpler, and surer way to kill. Aside from that if this man had any magicians inspect the food or drink, he would find the poison. Then Riley would have to find a different way to subtly kill.

Wolfsbane sighed and turned down the street, he had the name of someone to get the best poisons from. A women he'd never heard of, but was told by his client, and several contacts, that she was the best choice. Riley turned down several corners and came to a shop he hadn't expected to find. He had only been to the Tears a few times, and never in this part of the city.

Riley sighed and went in the building, and noticed the women held elf like features. He pressed the first two fingers of his right hand to his lips, "Atra esterní ono thelduin." Or, "May good fortune rule over you." The traditional elven greeting.

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She really hated being in this little store… she even wondered why she had decided to wander so far from Du Weldenvarden. Either way she was attempting to blend in as nicely as she could, no doubt she imagined that her companion Cyrus was off doing something important…

A soft grumble escaped. The only reason why she decided to tag along was because of the fact that she grew tired of just the woodland that she had known almost all her life. Sure she had visited the Rider’s Holding when she was younger but that time spent there was little compared to the amount of time she had spent breathing.

Since no one but herself was in the old and teeny housing, Theia allowed a scowl to appear. She really hated the city… not only was it dirty but it was just too crowded. The thought of all the untidy humans so close together… made her grimace. Theia was more comfortable with open and tidy… spaces. So despite the fact that shop was temporary, old and small; she made it her priority to see that it was clean and organized. Although there wasn’t much to it; just several books, a couple of useful herbs, some powders, a decent desk for business, a few chairs, simple but elegant drapes over the only window in the room, and a large chest that housed several items in it.

She sighed as she tinkered with a few powders and herbs in front of her. She was so… bored! She was feeling the need to be adventurous or devious… either of the two would do. She would prefer it over sitting here, waiting. She moved the finely crafted tan hood off her head, revealing that she had taken the time to intricately braid her hair. It started at the crown of her head with about four smaller braids slowly combining into one strand that fell off her right shoulder. She didn’t bother concealing her violet-gold eyes or the color of her brown with light auburn and golden highlighted hair. She wore a simple forest-green velvet gown with a leather belt slung across her hips in casual manner. An exquisite sapphire necklace hung from her neckline, so that it settled in the middle of the small v-neckline of her gown. She would have preferred her feet being bare, but she wore small brown flats in order to keep the city grime off of her feet.

It was at this moment that a complete stranger decided on entering the shop. Instantly her features turned stoic and she acted as if she didn’t even notice his presence as she made herself appear busy with the mixture in front of her. She was taken aback when the human male greeted her properly and in return she repeated the traditional Elvin greeting back. She quickly returned back to her previous task after quickly eyeing the human. She was weary… there were not too many humans who knew such traditions. This man was someone to be watched… someone who had the potential to be a threat… it didn’t matter how small it was… it was still a threat.

“So what brings you here, Human?”, she asked rather impassively. Her guard was up though and she was prepared to defend herself in every way, including the easiest target… her mind.
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[Riley]

Riley took a few steps toward the girl, and spoke in the ancient language. "I am Riley son of Fredrick, I am also called Wolfsbane. I was told by my client and several of my contacts, that you were the best at what you do. I come seeking your services." He always preferred to conduct business in the ancient language whenever possible. It was less likely to end in bloodshed, though that possibility always existed. And so, despite being here seemingly unarmed, he was ready to reach into his tunic and pull out the dagger that lay hidden within.

Riley wore a navy blue tunic of an odd design, there was a hood sewn into the tunic. The shirt he wore underneath the tunic was dark gray in color, and his breeches were the same color as his shirt. His brown boots were worn from use and travel, as were his clothes. But in all his clothes were clean. His hair was cut short, and his face was clean shaved. His azure blue eyes held the countenance of a man who had seen and done much in his short time. There was a larger than normal wolf's fang hanging from his neck by a leather cord. And despite the clothes he wore, it was clear his body held almost no traces of fat. For a human, he was in perfect shape.

He examined the shop, and had to admit that he was impressed. She had done much with this shop that most humans would have failed miserably in. Not that it concerned him either way to be honest, as long as she would do business with him that was all that mattered. Riley turned his examination to the woman, and couldn't help but notice that like all elves, she was exceptionally attractive. He would have to remember to place several weak wards around himself one day. Ones to protect him from the wiles of the fair folk. He had been around far too many elves in his life to take any of them for face value. He knew they were stronger and faster than him, and far more powerful in magic than any human.

Riley kept his mind carefully shielded as he started speaking again, still in the ancient language. "I need several things from you alfa-kona. Medicine, and smoke bombs if you can. I also need two other items but before I reveal them, I would like your oath in the language of truth and magic not to speak of them without my permission." He was a mercenary, and young by both human and especially elf standards. But none of those meant he was stupid. The last two items he needed could potentially cause him trouble if he was reported. He needed one for his job, and as for the other his stocks were just low. It was something he enjoyed having around.

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Theia observed the man taking a few steps towards her. This only increased her wariness but not once did she reveal it; a few hundred years allowed her to learn how to control her expressions. She listed to the man speak, interestingly in the ancient language, while she continued to seem busy. Once he was finished speaking she turned her gaze onto the human. She noted quickly that his attire was unique and the tunic was defiantly custom made. She also guessed that he was no stranger to fighting because of how he kept his hair short and the lack of any facial hair. Traveling was probably something he did often, because of the leather on his boots was no longer held the stiffness of newly polished leather. She did wonder slightly about the fang that was strung about a leather cord, about what sort of animal it came from.

He began to observe the shop. “Welcome to my shop, Wolfsbane”, the gesture was polite. “You may call me Theia”, she then stopped after that to let the man speak. She listened patiently. “I can easily pre-pare the smoke bombs. As for the two other items that you are requesting with an oath on my end shall be a higher price”, her voice was smooth while lacking any specific tone. She then continued on after a very short pause, “I am no stranger to those who seek out poisons that bring about death and I can vow that you have my word. In return you cannot reveal to anyone my name or what I have crafted for you.” It was a rather simple transaction and it would guarantee that both of them would be safe from each other. Anyone who would decline this wasn’t someone that she found deserving of her attention.

At least this man wasn’t as foolish as some humans. Speaking in the ancient language wasn’t so common nor easy for the human race. It took dedication, years of training, and intelligence in order to speak as fluently as he did. A small complement to the human, but she didn’t quite view him as an equal. In fact she felt secure in her assumption that she was superior in every way. Theia was quite straight-forward and didn’t feel the need to hide or reveal anything about herself. There was nothing wrong with her having an opinion; it wasn’t like she was a slave or servant.

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[OCC: Sorry about the wait. Just working more than usual.]
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[Riley]

Riley nodded, "You have my word that I shall not speak a word of you, or what you do without your permission." He could find a few loop holes to get out of it if he needed too, though he highly doubted that he would. "I need a paralytic, a fast acting one. Preferably easily coated onto a blade or an arrow." This wasn't specifically for any job, he just tended to use it for opponents who were stronger than him. Urgals, kull, or elves. Especially elves, as far as he was concerned they were almost as dangerous as shades or dragons. More so if that elf was a Rider.

Riley moved closer to the desk, and Theia but stayed far enough back for comfort. "I need a poison. One thats fast acting, and mimics a natural death. Preferably undetectable. Based on what I know about magic, that would mean it has to be obscure." Just because the man wasn't a strong magician, didn't mean he wasn't smart. The Riders trained him, and he recalled all of it. The long nights spent in the library reading scrolls, learning anything he could get his hands on. Particularly spells weak enough for him to use without killing himself. Which was a smaller number than he cared to admit.

Riley looked at Theia for a second, then started to speak again. "I apologize for speaking in the ancient language. I hope I didn't offend you, but I prefer to conduct business in it whenever possible." He offered a small bow, but continued to speak in the ancient language. He would continue to do so until a price was decided on. Then he would most likely return to his own language. He would prefer to continue speaking in the ancient language however, it made him think. Something that conversation with most humans didn't do for him.