09-29-2011, 05:58 AM
OOc: Hope this is good! Let me know if anything should be changed.
Drizzt watched the run down tavern with mild interest, his hands running a whetstone along his combat knife with practiced ease, the sound lulling him into a trance of sorts. His mind flashed back to his final encounter with Dinnin, which had left his left hand twitching for several days, ended with the larger male falling to his younger brother’s blades. His hands slowly came to a stop, and he turned his nose up to draw a deep breath and closed his eyes, drawing in nearby scents and allowing his mind to analyze all the different smells that came to him. His lips twitched ever so slightly when he caught two familiar scents coming from the west.
With a soft huff, the man sheathed the small blade and secured it, while returning his eyes to the building. The woman who had contracted him tracked him down several days prior, with some difficultly no doubt. Though his travelling usually focused in the central areas on Nova Scotia, avoiding the shores, so at least she did not have to travel far. He had been anxious when he noticed her scent, believing she had finally found his target, though he was disappointed when she had instead told him to follow her scent. He had attempted to get her name once again, but she simply shrugged off his attempts and departed, raising even more suspicion of her deeds from the assassin. Still, he was a man of his word, and had gathered his few possessions and quickly set off for Halifax, searching the northern borders of the city, finally having discovered the tavern early the prior day. Drizzt rose to his feet and stretched out his body, preparing to head for the building, before dropping back into cover behind a tree as he noticed a new figure approaching the building. The man relaxed and began heading forward once more as he identified the new figure that blended so easily with the buildings shadow.
Drizzt allowed Zalen to enter the tavern before emerging from his observation point and quickly closing the distance to the building’s door. He allowed on hand to fall upon his knife’s hilt before turning the door knob, wishing once more that his cloak had not been lost, then entered the room on light feet, his leather armor bending perfectly with his body. His eyes checked the room quickly, making out only three occupants. He straightened his stance and dropped his right hand from the knife before placing it over his heart and bowing to the woman and who he was certain was her son, and offered in a language he knew she understood; “Puisse notre rencontre être bénéfique pour nous tous, camarades.” Once his formalities were finished, he turned to a more trusted face and smiled briefly before taking a seat near him. “So, you know my mysterious employer than, Brother Zalen?” He queried, turning his gaze curiously to his fellow shadow. Though unexpected, Drizzt was happy to see the man again, and felt more at ease knowing someone he trusted was here as well.
Drizzt watched the run down tavern with mild interest, his hands running a whetstone along his combat knife with practiced ease, the sound lulling him into a trance of sorts. His mind flashed back to his final encounter with Dinnin, which had left his left hand twitching for several days, ended with the larger male falling to his younger brother’s blades. His hands slowly came to a stop, and he turned his nose up to draw a deep breath and closed his eyes, drawing in nearby scents and allowing his mind to analyze all the different smells that came to him. His lips twitched ever so slightly when he caught two familiar scents coming from the west.
With a soft huff, the man sheathed the small blade and secured it, while returning his eyes to the building. The woman who had contracted him tracked him down several days prior, with some difficultly no doubt. Though his travelling usually focused in the central areas on Nova Scotia, avoiding the shores, so at least she did not have to travel far. He had been anxious when he noticed her scent, believing she had finally found his target, though he was disappointed when she had instead told him to follow her scent. He had attempted to get her name once again, but she simply shrugged off his attempts and departed, raising even more suspicion of her deeds from the assassin. Still, he was a man of his word, and had gathered his few possessions and quickly set off for Halifax, searching the northern borders of the city, finally having discovered the tavern early the prior day. Drizzt rose to his feet and stretched out his body, preparing to head for the building, before dropping back into cover behind a tree as he noticed a new figure approaching the building. The man relaxed and began heading forward once more as he identified the new figure that blended so easily with the buildings shadow.
Drizzt allowed Zalen to enter the tavern before emerging from his observation point and quickly closing the distance to the building’s door. He allowed on hand to fall upon his knife’s hilt before turning the door knob, wishing once more that his cloak had not been lost, then entered the room on light feet, his leather armor bending perfectly with his body. His eyes checked the room quickly, making out only three occupants. He straightened his stance and dropped his right hand from the knife before placing it over his heart and bowing to the woman and who he was certain was her son, and offered in a language he knew she understood; “Puisse notre rencontre être bénéfique pour nous tous, camarades.” Once his formalities were finished, he turned to a more trusted face and smiled briefly before taking a seat near him. “So, you know my mysterious employer than, Brother Zalen?” He queried, turning his gaze curiously to his fellow shadow. Though unexpected, Drizzt was happy to see the man again, and felt more at ease knowing someone he trusted was here as well.