Obtaining some robes (Private)

[Vincent Stefan]

Fourteenth Brightening of the Second Cycle in the Month of Cryxatum in the Season Summer;
Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV
Post Fractum. The Second Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne

walking back from the conversation Vincent began to figure out where to obtain, some monks robes. They were not your normal order and Vincent would of course need a bit of help to get such an item. Passing along the row of tents and other places, the half elf fist needed to collect his men. The fist would be the easiest. Landon would be in the nearest bar. Yet Migeria and Vencenti were a totally other thing.

To the half elf's shock as he turned another corner Migeria materialized out of the shadow's. The elf just had a way of doing that.. "Vew haVe need of my serVeses I presume." remarked the assassin. One day the half elf vowed he would figure out where Migeria obtained his information. "yes, Find Vencenti and meet me in my office." The elf nodded and vanished again into the shadows.

Moving still onwards to the nearest bar the half elf soon found the one he was looking for and there in the back a pitcher half gone sat Landon. "Sir, have you come to joinnes mee in someth drinkingggs." From the look of thing the man had already drank his share of the tap. "No and I need ye at yer best." remarked the half elf a bit upset.

Landon for his part sobered a bit. "takess it therrebye a misstioons abouttt." said the man, his breath stinking of bear. Vincent only shook his head, "lets go, Ye can sober on the way."

[Vincent Stefan]

It took the latter part of the morning but by close to mid day, Vincent had his men gathered in his office. Landon appeared drawn and a bit wet as Vincent had practically thrown the man into a troff of water to get him sober enough to be of use. The man now stood with a cup of tea in hand, the other over his forehead...where a splinting headache was more then likely starting. Vencenti appeared as he always did, board and restless. However, the possibility of action was always something that gave him a mad glint in his eye. Right now they were beaming. Lastly Migeria was as he aways was leaning half in the shadows waiting to be informed.

Leaning against his desk the half elf contiued his brefing. " So there ye have it, we are going to go to the prime and in essence clear my name, and nail Sheng to a wall any questions." No one stated any so Vincent contiued. " We are going to need some monks robes so, Vencenti I place you and Landon in charge of that. I need to set up here and Migeria you keep watch on the tent . If there are no questions then move out and we will meet here before night fall."

Without a salute the three men moved off out of the tent and to there respective jobs. With that the half elf moved over to his things and began to take note of his weapons. Soon he would be stepping back into the belly of the beast and the half elf was not about to be left unprepared.

[Vincent Stefan]

By near to night time, Vincent and his men where preparing to form up for what promised to be a interesting trip. The 10 robes had proven easier to obtain then Vincent had ever dreamed. All it had taken was a quick trip to the quartermaster. Now the robes sat in a small chest also obtained from the quartermaster.

So, there they waited and set there gear. Anyone passing by would note the steady sound of blades being sharpened and a chuckle or two. Soon the time would come to act and they were already set for such a eventuality. An eventuality that came all too true just as the sun was setting. A runner arrived at the door with a message that the operation was to be bumped up and that they needed to report to Keldon's office as soon as was posible. Running over and dowsing the tent fire. The Four men broke into action grabbing there things, and the chest. Out into the waning light, the sun was no more then a slit on the horizon and it appeared that a storm was brewing not far to the east. Still the group moved on weaving its way in and out of the alleys trying to remain as unnoticed as was posible.

Up front was Migeria, spotting and moving from shadow to shadow so that the half elf had to wonder if the man really existed at all. Next came Vincent himself, moving at a brisk place that nether said out loud running yet did not say so as well. Last came Vencenti and Landon, both carrying the case that held the robes that were probable to be there cover. For his drinking Landon showed none of that now. War had trained men like him how to sobering up on command. It was part of the needed discipline of a military man. Though, his eyes spoke of the pain in his head, the man himself never said a word just contiued on in perfect unison with Vencenti.

Soon the tent came into being in front of them and they halted to a slow walk. It was time for hell to come, to Prime.