Imperial_Hammer Twilight (Before Dawn) Assembly Hall, Wesrah'das Abbey, City of Men, Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith A glance passed between the younger and the older Knight. The younger took an interest in Mezzanie's words and sought clarification. "It concerns the Mother Superior. When did you last see her?" he asked, hoping that Mezzanie would respond now that she had been given some small knowledge of what this was all about. Unspeaking, yet equally interested in what the priestess had to say and offer, the older Knight simply watched and listened. He thought better of interrupting. Really, there was no need to chastise a man showing initiative, he decided. It was with a slight nod to himself and an intent gaze that he simply stood still and absorbed what was said, just as he did what remained unsaid. [hr] Reynar_Tedros Twilight (Before Dawn) City of Men, Eastern Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith Faint light crept into the sky from the woods at his back. Merek felt no warmth upon him, however. Sunrise had yet to come and he had no occassion to wait for it. Business as usual kept him occupied. There was little incentive or reason to remain too close to those woods so he crept through the streets, which led into the City of Men. Word of a new business opportunity had brought him toward the dark heart of Manrenthain. It was a private contract. One Borelanor Cullrodan seemed to be looking for a man of Merek's specific expertise, someone capable and discreet. Details were scarce, but Merek knew enough to know that the price offered was high, just as the expected risk. A meeting was arranged for midday within a small shed adjacent to a stableyard in the city's south. Borelanor would be present to disclose the complete contract at which point Merek would be given an opportunity to accept, or decline. Either option could very well cost the assassin his life. It was his business, his reason for being. [hr] JediMasterBranondias Twilight (Before Dawn) Lakeland, Eastern Callanthorith Crispin Devaroe was something of a rarity in Callanthorith. Born off the region's eastern coast, and more comfortable in land than on water, he shared a trait few others could appreciate or ever know. The lakeland south of Manrenthain had been his home for some length of time; the place had become something of a refuge. Men within cities were far from self sufficient. Crispin was something else. Half human and half aquatic in nature, he was capable not only of surviving on a seafood diet, which he was equipped to provide himself, but also able to dwell upon the lands men walked freely. Without allegiance and without foes he was liberated to wander. There was no limit to where he could go, except through his own inner desire. Perhaps dawn was symbolic not only of a new day, but new travels and adventures, too.