Vulpesen tightened his cloak around himself as he walked through the cold dark street of Caroway, a growing town in the heart of the Allir reach. While he hated the chill of the night breeze, he couldn't deny that the shadows offered him no small amount of comfort, especially given his goal. His duties as a warlock were varied, but most of his jobs were much like this one. Find someone who's actions displeased his master and remove them. This time however, there were a few key differences that were sure to make the night more memorable. For one, he wasn't hunting some dime a dozen mortal, but rather a fae who had taken it upon himself to take the delights of forced servitude. For two, he wasn't working alone.
His golden eyes peered up from beneath the cowl, the light they emanated being barely visible as he relaxed in his concentration on the illusions he kept. "Should be the place," he muttered, stopping beneath the hanging sign of a tavern. Truth be told, he wasn't sure what to expect from his contact. He'd been told to find a leprechaun, but also to not assume he had a clue what they being looked like. With a small sigh, the warlock fished a gold coin from his pocket and started to flip it through the air, the steady cling plap sounding again and again as he tossed and caught the shimmering metal piece. It was a simple designator, but Varos had assured him that the one he was supposed to meet would recognize it.
Cillian
His golden eyes peered up from beneath the cowl, the light they emanated being barely visible as he relaxed in his concentration on the illusions he kept. "Should be the place," he muttered, stopping beneath the hanging sign of a tavern. Truth be told, he wasn't sure what to expect from his contact. He'd been told to find a leprechaun, but also to not assume he had a clue what they being looked like. With a small sigh, the warlock fished a gold coin from his pocket and started to flip it through the air, the steady cling plap sounding again and again as he tossed and caught the shimmering metal piece. It was a simple designator, but Varos had assured him that the one he was supposed to meet would recognize it.
Cillian