To the Roil with Ye [Mission]

[Weegee Virotelli]

Here he was, in the local Big Ass Tavern, the location he was supposed to meet his coworker and the buyer of their services. He had no idea exactly who he was working with, but it didn't really matter, work was work, even a Prince knew that much. Sure, he was keeping that particular knowledge to himself, but who really cared about some renegade prince who had fled death by his sister? Shrugging, he took another small sip of his ale, forcing himself not to gag.

Nothing like the Cider at home. Of course, it's probably very expensive to have imported in, or near impossible, due to the Isolation Act of the High King Andgar.

He sighed soulfully, looking into the brown drink in his cup. Sneering at it, as if it may change some factor of its disgusting taste. Some men from across the other side were looking at him rather funny, of course it was understandable, he had a scarf wrapped around his face, even if he could see everything in the room through it's cloth. He smiled at them, and shook one of his spider arms inside the scarf arm, which made it look as if it were waving slightly. The men stared at him, rubbing their eyes as if in disbelief, only to find the man had disappeared, replaced by a small spider scuttling up the wall at an incredible pace, only to settle into a dark corner of the room.

There in the comforting gloom of the dark, he relaxed, letting the illusion go as he took another sip of the disgusting drought in his hand.

It would be rude to not finish it, since I got it for free from the nice barmaid.