Hysteria
06-18-10, 08:49 AM
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Talen was sitting in a small room with his feet up on another chair. The room was small and smelled of the stale beer and smoke from the adjourning tavern. The room was the office of a man who preferred to be called a ‘Contractor’. He provided a link between private citizens wishing to have certain tasks completed and those unscrupulous people who were eager to help.
Talen was not your normal looking unscrupulous character. Due to an odd turn of fortune he now looked like a thirteen year old boy. His cloths were simple, a black shirt and pants were mostly covered by a large black cloak. Sticking out from the left side of the cloak were the sheaths of both his swords.
It had taken the youth a long time before the Contractor had agreered to give him a contact of any importance. Talen had first tried to acquire a contract a few weeks ago when his normal method of income, street performing, started to dwindle. The street beggars were the ones that had told him about the man who that could give you work as long as you didn’t mind what it was. It had taken Talen many errands of little brown packages before he was trusted with a more important job. Even now he had been given an assignment with other people under the pretence of being ‘difficult’. The young Shadow Master refused to accept that he couldn’t handle anything on his own, but if that was what he had to do to earn more rewarding contracts then so be it.
Talen shifted on his seat as he waited for the others to arrive. The Contractor had left him alone until the others arrived. He ran a hand through his short hair and yawned.
Talen was sitting in a small room with his feet up on another chair. The room was small and smelled of the stale beer and smoke from the adjourning tavern. The room was the office of a man who preferred to be called a ‘Contractor’. He provided a link between private citizens wishing to have certain tasks completed and those unscrupulous people who were eager to help.
Talen was not your normal looking unscrupulous character. Due to an odd turn of fortune he now looked like a thirteen year old boy. His cloths were simple, a black shirt and pants were mostly covered by a large black cloak. Sticking out from the left side of the cloak were the sheaths of both his swords.
It had taken the youth a long time before the Contractor had agreered to give him a contact of any importance. Talen had first tried to acquire a contract a few weeks ago when his normal method of income, street performing, started to dwindle. The street beggars were the ones that had told him about the man who that could give you work as long as you didn’t mind what it was. It had taken Talen many errands of little brown packages before he was trusted with a more important job. Even now he had been given an assignment with other people under the pretence of being ‘difficult’. The young Shadow Master refused to accept that he couldn’t handle anything on his own, but if that was what he had to do to earn more rewarding contracts then so be it.
Talen shifted on his seat as he waited for the others to arrive. The Contractor had left him alone until the others arrived. He ran a hand through his short hair and yawned.