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    As the sun began to set into the western sky, Darrius looked over to Mjor. Remembering the plans they had made earlier in the day, he gathered his supplies. While the glaive-wielder was still asleep, the Hunter quickly scrawled a note on a sheaf of parchment, and left it where it could be easily found. Gold-Fang, sensing his friend had woken, was already up and ready to get started. Darrius smiled at the beast and patted it gently on the head.

    "Sorry, old friend," he apologized. "Where I'm going, animals aren't necessarily allowed."

    After leaving the note and his wolf behind, the Hunter made his way back through the sewer tunnels until he reached the secret tunnel through which he had originally entered. Listening to the sounds above ground, he could tell that there was little activity going on in the alley, of which Darrius took full advantage. Lifting the stone from the pavement, he climbed out from the sewer and stood up in the street.

    The sun was setting now, the buildings casting long fingers of shadow across the ground. Darrius swiftly made his way through Tunetown, enjoying passively the evening festivities. Wending his way through alleys and side streets, the Hunter made his way to the grounds outside of the palace. There, he saw several nobles enjoying their evening strolls through the outer cloister of the palace. Finding a non-descript bench, Darrius sat and waited.

    The waiting wasn't long, because shortly after sitting, a man approached him in a brightly colored tunic. This man was more opulent than the rotund Barnum. He was dressed in bright colors and wore a foppish had with a bright red plume in it. It was a bright, glaring clash, but most of the nobles who caroused around the palace were dressed just as oddly. Darrius never really got the idea behind such loud colors. Having spent most of his time training his hunting skills, he always sought out clothes for practicality rather than style.

    Darrius stood and bowed to the well-dressed noble, implying his status of inferiority. The noble smiled and clapped Darrius on the shoulder. With a big grin, the noble spoke with a deep, rich voice:

    "There is no need to bow to me, Aran" the noble stated. "If it weren't for those who are out for you, you know full well I would be returning the favor."

    Darrius smiled at his friend, clasping the noble's shoulder. "I know you would, Muindor." After sharing some private comfort in their kinship, they sat down on the bench. Darrius produced from his coat, a duplicate of the writ of execution. The noble took the parchment in his hand, opened it, and read. After a few curt nods, his eyes flew open in shock.

    "You aren't serious about this job, are you?!" the noble said. "I thought you were joking when you sent your message. Count Llarem has his own personal army! You'll be killed!"

    "I have to," Darrius replied. "I must if I am to have any hope of getting this coat removed. Barnum has me by the threads of this accursed thing, and until he considers my debt paid, I am his servant."

    "That filthy little bastard," the noble replied. "Such filth should not be allowed to rise up from the muck of the darkness!" Uttering a foul oath, he spit onto the ground.

    "You are absolutely right," the hunter responded. "But there is nothing for it. Right now, what matters most is how can I get to this man without killing any of his guards."

    "It'll be tough, but I understand that it must be done." the noble answered. "I've gotten all of the resources you will need on him. Count Llarem has a personal battalion of thirty bodyguards. Half of them will are usually stationed outside of the walls of the estate, guarding three gates - one on the west, one on the south, and one on the east. The other half of the troop will most likely be within the castle at various points, with the brunt of the force being stationed at the front doors."

    "Excellent," the half-elf nodded. "The elite guard?"

    "Count Llarem's elite guard consists of two men," the noble concluded. "Two incredibly tough men. Rumor has it that they fought in the war with Soto and each killed hundreds."

    "Rumors are made to spread fear and panic," the Hunter replied. "If anything, these men are probably just sellswords with nothing better to do than get rich and fat guarding a noble."

    "Do not take them so lightly, Aran" the noble said. "By letting your guard down, you set yourself up for death." Darrius smiled at his friend and nodded.

    "I know, brother..." he laughed. "I know."

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    Darrius left the palace grounds by a main road. Finding his way back into Tunetown, he entered the tunnel through the secret hatch and made his way by torch-light back to the cavern. Following the opposite end of the tunnel a litle way, he reached the point where he stated he would meet Mjor. Thinking of the trials to come, Darrius shuddered. A growing sense of fear enveloped him. Shaking off the cold chill of doubt, he laughed to himself:

    "There's no way out of this, is there?" Darrius chided. "I really have to ride a horse?"
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    Mjor


    Sleep came easily when it did, his cloak curled up under his head as a pillow, his hair lying across his face and his necklace still around his neck. There was a few things a man such as him valued, and that necklace stood second to the person who gave it to him, no matter what happened. No matter how much he wanted to be a cynic, he was a romantic at heart. It just often did get hidden well. Since becoming engaged, since meeting her he had completely reformed his ways, he no longer used his silver tongue to in quite the way he used to. He mumbled her name slightly and rolled over.

    It took time for him to wake, and when he did he did so slowly, eyes half opening at first, then he just remained still before finally stretching and sitting up. He yawned and shook his head a little to shake the sleep from him. Running his hand through his hair to at least get it out of his face he began to stand after another short pause. Mornings where not his time or place.

    It took him a little while to awaken fully, have an apple he had bought (by far his favorite fruit, and so much more perishable than the other food he had on him) washed down with some water which he also used to quickly splash his face. Finally he began chewing on a mint leaf to make sure his breath could not be registered as a weapon in its own right. He noticed Darrius was not there, but it didn't worry him. He would be back, if not, well then Mjor took it as a breach of contract and as such he would be free. No way he was gonna even try alone, he didn't overly liked the sound of it when he wasn't, and if Darrius ran than that was him off the hook.

    But for now, he would have to wait. There was no telling how long he would be, and for a while at least he should wait. Lacking anything else he began doing a few press up, among various other simple exercises he could do in a place like this. He took keeping his body in shape far less seriously than he should for someone in his line of work, but he had nothing else to do so for now it seemed the obvious choice. He could go check on his horse, but he didn't want to be gone when Darrius got back. It was whilst doing this his still not entirely with it recently woken mind saw the note.

    He continued for perhaps ten minutes, not that long, until he heard someone approaching, and a voice he knew soon after.

    "You can ride a horse or run all day and night, your choice" Mjor replied, standing up and leaning against a wall. "I see you've been out. Go anywhere nice? Did you get me present? Perhaps something pretty to wear, I never get to wear nice things anymore" he tilted his head sideways with a half grin that spread all the way to his eyes. He shook his head ever so slightly "So, you all ready to head off soon then? Frankly this place bores me a little. The interior decoration is terrible, I don't know who designed it. But they do match the murky browns and off grey together so well, so they knew what they were doing. But seriously, grey things, not my scene". With a grunt he stood up straight and stretched his arms above his head before reaching for his glaive and the bandoleer, attaching them to his person whilst he let the other man talk.
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    Not thinking anyone was around to hear him, Darrius was startled. He almost jumped clean out of his skin. Flustered, he looked at Mjor and shouted:

    "By the fallen ones," Darrius said. "You almost scared me clean out of my skin! Do you do that with all the people with whom you share business?!"

    After a moment to catch his wits, he chuckled and slapped Mjor firmly on the shoulder. "It is alright," He announced. "Gave me a start, but I've run from worse." Gathering his pack together, he started for the opposite end of the tunnel.

    "You might want to go get your horse," Darrius called back. "I hope to leave shortly. I will meet you outside the city gates."

    Turning back to face the long tunnel upward, Darrius climbed, his boots crunching on the hard stone beneath him.
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    Mjor


    "Do I do it on purpose? Almost never" the brown haired man grinned "but you would be surprised how often it happens. It's a talent, and like almost every talent that I possess I have no control of when I use it. Is fun, sometimes I turn into a dragon but I think that I might have been a wee bit on the other side of sober. Maybe that never happened, but I like to think it did. It was the same day I was declared the king of all the world and wore shoes made of other shoes which in turn were made of gold. As I said, maybe I was drunk" he tilted his head a little.

    When prompted he began to walk off, humming a song which he was inventing entirely as he went along. As he walked he held his glaive in one hand, twirled it around and secured it to himself.

    It did not take long for him to reach the stable. He settled everything quickly and walked over to his horse. "Morning sunshine. You miss me?" he grinned a little, and as if it understood the horse shook its head. "Well thats not nice. And I heard they gave you breakfast, they charged me for that. I mean, its only natural but a little gratitude wouldn't kill ya" he maintained a cheery atmosphere and was gone in a couple of minutes, taking off a quick trot to the gates.

    It took a couple of minutes and once he got there he remained seated, not feeling like it was worth getting off. He stroked the horses head a little "Wait till you see our new friend. I don't think he likes me much." he paused "You might like him"
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    Darrius waited for Mjor and his mount to come to the outskirts of the city. The sun was beginning to set over the Western horizon, painting the sky a brilliant shade of pink and orange. The wool cloak Darrius wore was starting to become warm, and sweat was beading on his skin.

    The hunter spotted Mjor coming through the city gates astride his mount. The horse that Darrius rented was a strong black, its coat shining with the red-pink rays of the twilight. The stable-boys called him shadow, but the hunter's darkness and secrets were far worse than those of this mere horse. He patted the horses neck awkwardly and tried to climb atop the saddle.

    "I am not used to this whole horse thing," Darrius said, feeling truly humbled. "Any tips for a new rider?"

    Darrius kicked the horse's flanks roughly, not knowing how to get going. The horse became startled and reared upward. The hunter was hurled from the saddle, hitting the ground with a blood-curdling thud. When he hit the ground, all of the air in Darrius' lungs was forced out at once. The hunter gasped in small, struggling breaths. The horse landed back on all fours, whinnying uncontrollably.

    When he caught his breath, he wiped tears out of his eyes. He looked up at Mjor and began to chuckle.

    "I told you I wasn't any good at this." Darrius said. "This is going to be a long night."
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    Mjor


    "Say hi" Mjor instructed his horse, which remained silent until Mjor slapped it on the flank, whereupon it turned to face Darrius and neighed softly "That'll do, I guess..." could only mumble, shaking his head slightly. "Well, that was something at least. Good boy, Trombe"

    He then turned to address Darius himself, as oppose to just letting his horse do it "Just be gentle, make sure you don't surprise them and be nice. Animals tend to like ya then, and its a whole lot easier if they're on your side" he shrugged "I dunnuh, really, animals always just seem to get on with me. Sort of" he looked at Trombe "Some are just kinda dicks" to which the horse whined loudly "Look, we're mates, but you are. Admit it"

    "Anyway" he rode forwards so he could reach out and stroke Darrius' horses head "Calm it" he whispered softly "C'mon now boy" he looked to Darrius for confirmation on the gender. "You want to try again? I can keep hold of the reigns if you like. Hopefully once we get going they should just fall in behind Trombe here, so it shouldn't be so much of an issue." he had a smile on his face "Of course, if it takes too long them maybe you'd have to just get on Trombe with me and hope nobody thinks we're a couple. No offence if your like that, but its not my think. Engaged man and happy that way thank you very much". His left hand continued to gently stroke the other horses head, trying to keep it calm.
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    Darrius nodded and looked back to the horse. Cautiously, he reached his hand out to the great beast. His hand touched warm fur. He eased the tension in his arm when the horse did not shy away from his touch. The Hunter's pulse slowed to normal and he moved closer. He said in a light tone, his voice mildly wavering.

    "Easy there," he said. "I am not here to hurt you."

    The horse turned its head and stared intently into those of the Hunter. Darrius gulped, not knowing what to do next. He held eye contact with the large beast, his gaze strong and commanding. After a few moments the horse shook its head plaintively and snorted softly.

    Darrius tried again to climb into the saddle. His left foot came up first, resting in the stirrup and hoisting himself up. He gingerly swung his other leg over the back of the beast and settled in, hooking his other foot into the stirrup on the other side. When he was atop the beast, he tensed up for a few brief moments. These few seconds seemed to last for eternity. Fear of being knocked off filled the Hunter's mind. He cursed himself a coward and steeled himself.

    The beast did not buck wildly, rather it seemed to pay no attention to the fact that he was astride its back. Sighing in relief, the Hunter gently prodded the horse with his heels. He was startled when the beast started moving forward, causing Darrius to jolt back just a bit. After a few moments, he got the hang of it and was ready to start galloping.

    "How do I make it go faster?" Darrius asked Mjor.
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