Fayarri had argued he needed a week. Honi, too proud to admit such at first, claimed he didn't need rest. In the end, the pair settled on two days after the initial fight he had gotten into to join the Clanless, would be long enough for his wounds to mend. In truth, outside of taking a few cuffs to the head from the giant of a man, Honi wasn't that worse for wear. Bruised but he wore it proudly, much like the wolf skin dress he now wore. Tribal in appearance, the skin was the only thing that covered his bare muscled chest, aside from the leather pauldron worn over his left shoulder. With the fur skin trousers coupled with the bow and tomahawks he carried, he looked every part of the orcish hunters he emulated. The tattoos upon his face only helped in this image and hopefully, it would play into tonight's plan.
They sat upon a quiet rooftop garden, hidden in the shadows away from prying eyes. Aside from a guard who had taken a nap thanks to mild dose of poison, which would only cause him to wake up feeling as if he enjoyed one to many pints of ale, they were the only two there. Normally the garden was a gathering place for the rich, the merchants enjoying dinners and drinks and the view of the city below while relaxing among beautiful floral arrangements, many exotic plants taken from a far. At night, the space was closed off which is why Honi had chosen it. It offered privacy and more importantly, a view of the villa that sat adjacent.
"It's simple... We cross over to the villa... Find the master of the house... And give him back his deeds and contracts.." He said in a low casual tone. His plan was in fact simple. Along his journey's Honi had come across a collection of paper work he later realized where rather important. They were deeds to lands with in the Reach and work contracts. The papers had been thought lost, which would mean the merchant may have to renegotiate the deals which had been made. Tiresome work for the man they intended to meet tonight. Honi would not ask for a reward however. His plan was to offer their services. If he could convince this merchant that the Claness was the security he needed to make sure this did not happen again, that meant he could secure on going funding for what the group of vagabonds needed indefinitely. Of course, he had to convince the merchant that they were a good buy. That was a task onto itself.
Fayarri Nefarrat
They sat upon a quiet rooftop garden, hidden in the shadows away from prying eyes. Aside from a guard who had taken a nap thanks to mild dose of poison, which would only cause him to wake up feeling as if he enjoyed one to many pints of ale, they were the only two there. Normally the garden was a gathering place for the rich, the merchants enjoying dinners and drinks and the view of the city below while relaxing among beautiful floral arrangements, many exotic plants taken from a far. At night, the space was closed off which is why Honi had chosen it. It offered privacy and more importantly, a view of the villa that sat adjacent.
"It's simple... We cross over to the villa... Find the master of the house... And give him back his deeds and contracts.." He said in a low casual tone. His plan was in fact simple. Along his journey's Honi had come across a collection of paper work he later realized where rather important. They were deeds to lands with in the Reach and work contracts. The papers had been thought lost, which would mean the merchant may have to renegotiate the deals which had been made. Tiresome work for the man they intended to meet tonight. Honi would not ask for a reward however. His plan was to offer their services. If he could convince this merchant that the Claness was the security he needed to make sure this did not happen again, that meant he could secure on going funding for what the group of vagabonds needed indefinitely. Of course, he had to convince the merchant that they were a good buy. That was a task onto itself.
Fayarri Nefarrat