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Why was Hansen here tonight, honestly he cant tell you he heard something something supplies, and darkness and now he arrived here. That dastard clown did not even inform who he will be working with, so he will have to wait at the meeting spot for the others to show up. So here he was in a dark alleyway in the middle of the night sitting on top of a box.
What he was doing while he waits? Singing obviously, a song about his favorite thing in the whole wide world, darkness. Poor Hansen was getting a bit tired and annoyed from waiting but when he gets to singing about darkness he kind of gets lost in his own little world, that world is pretty dark.
But it helps reflect on his future mainly how he can outdo that clown who got arrested and get arrested himself, perhaps fighting the crown prince will get him a harsher prison sentence and make him the winner in the getting jail time challenge. But that will have to come after they get the supplies from Raque, he forgot what knight squad have a base near here, blue roses? If so this is gonna be a very easy job for Hansen and the boys, he just needs the boys to arrive first!
Impropriety didn't necessarily distract him for very long when he had finished picking the lock back to neutral, of course had this business not been inconspicuous in nature, Connor may have not stuck his hokey into this here very pokie. The lock pick he used was twisted wire, gold being too malleable was not an otherwise good substitute and it shone in the light; so he used a cheap shard of iron that was far from rusting. Breathing deeply, Connor reflected on the location of this particular meeting and couldn't fathom the logical sense he'd need to comprehend to deal with these people. Unsuitably he figured that casual clothing would be suitable, nothing so auspicious as a sharply dressed man. Arriving without diligence, displaying no time management skills and unfashionably allowing an undue amount of time elapsing before it was understood that the man would be waiting. Criminal really. Connor approached Hansen, of all people; the refrains of his song not being unflattering. Rifling an uncertain response to alert him to his presence, a pit in his stomach formed that was akin to avarice when he remembered he had skipped breakfast today. Gaunt, sallow and beleaguered eyes lingered on the singing man, perhaps considering his value. These eyes were not Connor's but those that loomed just out of sight, perhaps witnessing his tactless albeit graceless countenance, their true vision probably passing over him with the curious brevity it would take to respond to a babbling alcholic. Not being able to lie, it was professional curiosity that brought him here. Barmy be that it was Claren that mentioned that it was they which had foolishly gotten thrown into the prison and had not mentioned to clarify why exactly. Suspicion seemed to float over their heads, anonymity like a shield, brandishing a sword at the military that Connor did not necessarily disrespect. They seemed to be unaware of the inconvenience this had caused Connor, he hoped to portray himself to be forgettable and did not mention where he had come from or where he was going. The grimace that Connor sneered towards this gloomy fellow was not followed by cynicism, considering it however it be some what profoundly how he was feeling at the moment.
"...You want to do what?"
The bird being the word, Connor was not completely Mum on the subject, so condescending his keen senses of deduction by surrendering the formality to bluntly asking. This could be a better and more informative experience then he had anticipated, who knew, he obviously didn't.
The collosal man was minding his own business until he came across a piece of on his home, who ever gave this paper to him has to have connections with some very special people of sorts, because his home was known by almost no person, as he kept it quite secret, as he didn't want people to go there as his brethren might begin to ask questions as to whom the person is and what business he partakes in, knowing he will get some criticisms to his very dangerous type of job.
The note was written on crumbled up paper of dubious origins, with the writing itself being written with very odd but readable handwriting. ‘The test has begun; the show must go on. The clovers have gone dull, their kingdom of cards is set to fall! Go to Raque and meet the man of black hair on a blackened night near the black marked box. The warehouse has prizes within crates and chests, and all of them are yours! Find the papers with special notes, and you will get special rewards. If you win my game and pass this test, I’ll give you secrets and they’re no jest. -K'
K....who the heck is K, The man wondered for a moment and then shrugged, as the reward was more alluring rather than knowing the person behind this scheme, the intructions written on it were no hard feat at all, he just has to meet someone, go into a warehouse that is mentioned to have prizes in the crates and chests inside of it, of course he has to accept this, it's an easy thing to do for fat pay, what else he could he ask for? Well more could be the answer but hey, he's not the type to push blessings.
Hansen was sitting enjoying his singing and having fun till a voice came in and interrupted him, Hansen just turned and looked at the man with a smile on his face, sure he is a little bit mad that he had to wait but in the end they arrived so its not the biggest of deals. “Hey buddy you made it, me I am just singing you can ignore what I just said as its not important what is important is our job buddy.”
Hansen said as he got up from the box and dusted himself off before walking to the man, and then patting him on the shoulder. “alright so I assume since you got here you know whats up, so we need to find the third guy and get the show on the road.” With that he went to go and search for the third member of this weird party and get everything started.
And within seconds of walking around Hansen the incredibly handsome found his final squad member, and boy was he imposing, a giant man made of muscles Hansen figured he would be a mindless attacking mage just like he was so this should be really fun.
“Alrighty there buddy, you must be the other guy K told me about. Well well looks like our trio is now formed, what a wonderful night this is. I say we celebrate this occasion by doing our job which is stealing the supplies. Alright so I am gonna devise a very quick plan, big fella over here you will go and physically rip open the door to the storage room and then you and me will go carry as many crates as we can and run away with them, as for you mr interrupt a man singing you will be our scout, look out for any suspicious knights or people in general and let us know if any of them show up alright? Sounds good?”
Hansen said hoping the others are okay with his plan.
Had they not been citizens of Clover, Connor may have been more precocious, but as they were he was feeling comfortable with the general civility of a well thought out plan. A well thought out plan was a thing of beauty, the cognitive parts that formed it flawlessly being executed was an experience without compare, Connor did not get the impression or feeling that this was one of those situations. The larger of the three, physically imposing as he was, did not seem to mention or otherwise insinuate any particular persuasion or penchant for attributable intelligence. This did not perturb Connor as much as his thoughts seemed to, Connor bothered himself further by giving some overall thought to the situation that was forming. How many more of these guys were there? Doubting it required thinking; being circumspect, Connor’s overall goal was easily accomplished by lagging behind the two and keeping an eye on the only two suspicious people he could see. Maybe he was a crazy person and his pragmatic skepticism was getting the better of him, knowing full well that there were demons out there; it did not feel overwhelmingly dissatisfying to commit larceny now and then, these people didn’t seem like the worst sort. Subjectively analysing and assessing that they were otherwise unnoticed he stood behind a tree and waited for the two to continue with their plan, watching from a distance he found he was in a position to watch their movements and co-ordinate a retreat, were it necessary. Not having much to say on the matter, Connor smiled to affirm that they had his undivided attention and he leaned against the rough bark of the tree he was hiding behind. Good luck.
The plan laid out was simple and understandable, not a problem for the collosal elven man to do, as it was a simple act of tearing the door open of the storage room with relative ease in the action, though it would not be much of a surprise to anyone considering that he is built extremely well. There is a way to make this plan even better though and it is the application of portals, specifically the colossal man's spatial spells, though none of his cronies in crime are aware of this so he tells of his suggestions to them.
"Before we head out and bring these supplies out, I suggest we use a portal to a secluded area to store our recent loot, don't worry about the spot, I already know the perfect place to use... For the spell? You can also count on me with said spatial spell."
He suggested all of these while he was lifting the goods out of the storage, he took as much as he could before he paused in doing and then began to pull out his grimoire to invoke the aforementioned portals to existence, within a few moments of incantation, a golden and circular doorway to another location opens before the elf and from there he then begins dumping all of his recent loot into that door, if one went through it, it could be seen that the containers would be dumped into a secluded area of the forest, a perfect spot.
"Once we're done dumping all these things into the portal, we book in and head into it as well, If a knight comes here or any person in particular thatkle snitch at what we're doing... to the portal, don't worry I'll also supply a portal for your friend over there."
With that second suggestion that is pretty well thought out and is a great application of his abilities, he then continued doing his job and began to dump containers from the storage into the golden circle, out of nowhere he somewhat began to hasten in dumping them into the portal.
