EQ MAFIA - a dark man waits with a dark purpose

In the city's most disreputable tavern sits a shrouded figure. It is a large gentleman sitting comfortably with his back to the room, despite the nefarious sort that mingle silently behind him. Hammerthynn's fear of death was removed long ago with the passing of his Clan. Granted the ghostly beast pet at his feet was as much of a deterrent as a loaded crossbowed guard standing next to him. Hammerthynn runs his coarse fingers thru the ethereal fur of his wolf. He waits for his guest, whom he invited an hour before by slipping a note into their room.

Hammer's wolf snarls softly, its hackles raise immediately. The shaman looks to his left and see's that a figure had quietly approached him. So silent he had not heard the foot steps fall on the old ale stained floor. Hammer waves a hand across from him near the fire. The figure drifts slowly over and sits. The fire casts deep shadows onto the hooded figure. A voice speaks.

A finely manicured hand reached out from the darkness and picks a nail. 'Speak, shaman. Waste not my time.'

The barbarian leans forward, 'You and I have a vested interest in the recent dark happenings.'

A haughty snort, 'Do we?'

'Aye and a common pain that should make us great allies.'

The figure leaned back into the chair and snorted. 'We do.'

'Aye, Kiltheranos.' Hammer leaned back into the furs of the chair and slowly rubbed his twisted scar and smiled hard. ' That we do.'