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[attr="class","shadowsHead"]No Honor Among Thieves
Your employer has hired you to take out a rival gang called the Crescent Moon involved in the illegal magic items trade. They're not big time just yet, but if they keep growing they could be a threat. Infiltrate their base somewhere just outside of Sosshi. It is a massive warehouse built in the trees, barely visible from the outside. Teach them a lesson and destroy some crates of their inventory. This should scare them off and demotivate them from pursuing any further action. Don't kill them if you can help it. This is to send a message.
[attr="class","shadowsSub"]Details
Maximum Number of Players: 4. [break]Minimum Word Count: 2,500 [break]Location: Sosshi [break]Special Requirements: N/A
[attr="class","shadowsSub"]NPC Information
What NPCs are in this mission? Please fill out the template for any notable NPCs. While those you have to socially interact with during the mission are not required any enemy that is presented in the mission must be listed in here. [break][break] Name of NPC: Crescent Moon Thugs (x6)
[break] [break]Health Limit: Junior [break]Physical Speed: 5 m/s [break]Physical Damage: Junior [break]Magic Element and Types: Various forms of metal magics. Attack Creation | Defense creation. [break]Combat Style: These are just goons, but they are very good at making various kinds of weapons with their metal magics. You may encounter copper, bronze, steel, iron, basically anything but gold. [break]Additional Information: All of them wear basic steel armour and look like dark knights almost. (Armor is for flare only)
[break] [break]Health Limit: Senior [break]Physical Speed: 10 m/s [break]Physical Damage: Intermediate [break]Magic Element and Types: Gold | Attack Creation | Physical Reinforcement | Defense Creation [break]Combat Style: Angelo much like his goons specializes in weapon creation, but he also supplements this with the use of Reinforcement magic, with an intense berserker style. [break]Additional Information: Angelo wears a set of gold plate male (for flare only) and he is well over 6 feet tall with quite the build, and his body covered in scars. He is a reasonable man but he will fight to protect what is his.
Cardboard boxes in the treetops, broken blades of grass; the fresh smell crisp to the nose, and a vaguely reformative sense of succinct sophistication. Connor breezed through his menially demeaning chores, fencing was tedious work as was counting coins but he derived pleasure from the simplicity. The local vagabonds had caroused the distinctively homeless, whipped the hungry into a fervour and banded together what was left of the reminiscently sane. They weren’t arsonists, murder wasn’t off the table but it wasn’t their particular poison, missing persons were more often than not just bolstering their ranks. Though they ran around mostly feeding themselves, Connor wondered how much longer it would be before they accrued a moderate sum of Yul and began to branch out into different territories. His territories.
” Yes.” Connor spoke to the man, affirming the sentiment that had passed between them. Shaking his head when he heard something trivial, he was listening to the brochure of items they had to barter with. Nothing interested him, the mundane quality of their wares was insulting. The black market was expensive. This, however, was just disappointing. The gang was peddling snake oil, pissing in the pockets of the agents, and the turmoil of having to deal with them alone was weighing on Connor like a hammer to nail. The pine box they showed him; which was Acacia, wasn’t even his height. Underwhelming levels of threats bounced off Connor’s sensibilities as he broached lucidity for the umpteenth time as a category of consciousness that he just couldn’t fathom attaining at the moment. Disassociation was almost a survival mechanism at this point, it was embarrassing to be in the same vicinity as these guys. Their magics crafted a good measure of the weaponry and armours they possessed, requiring a fundamentally rudimentary level of false facing and mana regeneration to make a small amount of Yul. They crafted things from iron, bronze, rarely even the odd piece of silver. Spoons, they tried to sell Connor spoons.
He couldn’t have been more proud of himself; the rookie underling that happened upon Connor, who was dropping lines in Soshii for the sake of information, that is. Having hooked this chum, Connor reposed himself and acted with an air of interest, masking his intentions was easy enough and simple bait to learn from was inexpensive. Nothing interesting, just the giddy gladness of a hollow-eyed youth throwing money around that he shouldn’t have. It was worth the intervention as it turned out. Their conversation yielded a name, ‘Crescent Moon Gang.’ After turning the short steel in his palm a few times, Connor’s suspicions were confirmed when he threw it at a wall. It was magical, yes. Crafted by a spell, no. Interesting, thought Connor to himself as he regarded the glowing embers that sparkled against the grain of dark wood. Connor left the knife embedded in the side of the wall, for good measure he even paid the kid for his time. Not everyone was so lucky. The crescent moon gang was shining a full moon at the Eclipse Ravens and unsettling already more organised crime gangs. By poaching members from the local urchins, they had effectively; albeit mistakenly, really upset the supply chain of information for more reputable rogues. The local go to’s were nowhere to be found, which troubled Connor because he had to do grunt work and scout himself. They had better things to do.
Rats scurried back to sewers, and cats after them. It was a ‘chase and flee’ situation, reckless rats carelessly got fat and eventually caught, lazy cats ran out of lives eventually and starved. This was a proper situation that couldn’t have come at a better time, a right insinuative of the directive for a young Lieutenant to teat his instincts. Connor witnessed half a dozen of their thugs in the night, armed with little more than their wit, skulking around the streets of Soshii. It was salacious the things the agent’s of avarice had said they wanted to be done, Connor opted for a route that would err on the side of caution, however. After elaborating his sentiment the agent of avarice smiled the usually wide grin, one that showed all their teeth. Connor counted himself lucky, lucky that he wasn’t on the receiving end this time around. The agents of avarice smelt of mint leaves and they most assuredly gave him the creeps. After every yarn they always smiled, Connor could tell they were doing so, even in the dark. It was creepy. Connor shrugged but lingered for a while longer, as he watched the crescent moon gang naively conceiving the next steps of their operation.
What made these magical items illegal was a variety of things. Ranging from: that they would disappear when they were taken, their functions belied the lifestyle that was more earnest than no good, and that they could cause serious harm if they were in the wrong hands. Mostly different sorts of weapons. Connor felt almost sorry for them, he had half a mind to simply beat them up, but that wouldn’t teach them anything. They were not blessed people, fighting for scraps in Sosshi wasn’t altogether a bad idea for these sorts of folk. If they had been graced with a thought, it was probably that life in the military was like enlisting to be fodder. Working an honest life; farming or working a trade was abhorrent as they were not distinctly born into good morals. Rather they were the offshoots of some noble, inheriting the worst qualities of poverty and the ugly side of nobility. Snobs, that would be a good word to describe them, thought Connor. Carrying what they could out of Sosshi, Connor noticed that they were like ants following one another, and the paths they made were beaten into the dirt tracks outside civilisation. They had very little. What's worse, they stole from those who had less. Morality prevented little, although they hadn't hurt anyone this evening, they had. Sinning in the retrospective nature of detriment of the state, the nation was all the less because of individuals like this. Connor understood now why the agents of avarice had given him this job. What they wanted to be done about them was probably of little recourse.
Subterfuge was often a rogues best weapon and Mania wielded it as expertly as anyone. Though it wasn't hard for Mania to slip into the enemy's warehouse base that was hidden in the treetops. His employer had tasked the mercury rogue with destroying their product to teach the Crescent Moon gang a lesson about infringing on the business of much bigger and scarier fish. For a while now they had been pushing into his employer's territory and soliciting their clientele to do business with them. That was very much to the dissatisfaction of Mania's employer who was fed up with this small-time gang. Of course, this was where Mania came in - the perfect tool to hand out switch and just action in the name of those that lined his pockets with Yul. Mania was of course fine with playing his part should the pay prove to be correct and in this case he and the employer were very much in agreement.
This was the mercury rogue's first time in Sosshi and it was also the first time the Crescent Moon gang had come up. Though Mania would chalk that up to him simply never visiting the place. After all one couldn't know something if they never visited their area of operation. He was filled in that they were mostly a motley group of rogues who peddled less than reputable wares and were mostly a collection of mages who used various metal magic. Mania was sure that their skills were of little relevance to his own, considering that he was a known mage within the underground scene. And with his ascension to the big leagues by throwing in with the Eclipse Raven's he had even more renown now. Mania was more than confident in his own skills, though he was warned that the Crescent Moon's boss was not as weak as his subordinates; however, Mania had assured his employer that he would be able to complete the job with little to no trouble. The last bit that was divulged to Mania would be that there was one more the employer hired to complete this task, the name Connor passing his lips.
Mania knew the name of the course as the gold mage was a known con artist, but also skilled enough to be accepted into the Eclipse Ravens. Mania didn't mind he was in on the gig as he had worked with the man a few times before, despite the issues that cropped up between the two. Mania had yet to run into his fellow Eclipse Raven counterpart as he was being led through the main room of their base of operations so that he could buy some product for them. Of course that had been a white lie Mania supplied the men with so he could slip in without causing a commotion. The boss didn't want any of the dead, which was weird to Mania, but considering their manpower perhaps they wanted to assimilate the bulk of their organization into their own. Which was smart Mania thought as he looked about the place, searching for signs of where their inventory stash was being held. The rogue was surprised at how large the facility was, given that it was built in the treetops outside of Sosshi in the nearby forest.
For a ragtag group of lesser rogues Mania thought they had a decent albeit cheap setup. Mania would be taken to an area where others were probably being sold the same garbage about to be marketed to him. Offering a smile the rogue would pretend to be interested in the random goods they were peddling. Out of the corner of his eye, he would notice Connor nearby, looking as suspicious as ever he mused before asking the grunt who was showing him some of their weapons. With just a cursory look Mania could tell that these weapons were forged out of rudimentary magic and wouldn't be sustainable for long - meaning they would disappear after a while. It was a con Mania had become accustomed to thanks in large part to Connor who had tricked him with such deceptive tracheary not too long ago. Thumbing his lips Mania would ask to see more of their product, explaining that his boss was looking for lots of weapons to supply to his local gang. This was to suggest that he needed far more product, meaning the grunt would need to where ever the stuff was being stored.
Hook line and sink, Mania would silently muse as the man told him to wait a moment. After being around the grunt for a few minutes Mania was more than familiar with his distinct mana signature so he could use that to roughly trace the steps of where he went. This would allow Mania to have an inaccurate, but close enough idea of where the goods were being stored so that he could later sneak in to destroy their product. Soon the grunt would return with a large supply of various knives, swords, bows, etc. He was wearing a large smile, even offering Mania a discount if he were to purchase wholesale. Mania, of course, had no intention to buy anything, and the gang he was supposed to be purchasing from? Of course, it didn't exist another white lie Mania told to simply further sell his story. Mania couldn't rule out that they had other sections of this massive warehouse where the goods were being stored. He would need to collaborate with Connor to see if the fellow rogue had found out any useful information as it seemed like he was here for a while.
While the rogue was thinking he would act interested in their product, looking through the various weapons and noting the level of security detailed nearby. There were a few armed men sett at the entrance and those that were glancing about with mean eyes. They didn't scare Mania though, whenever he met their gaze he would simply offer them a sheepish smile. Which they would respond with a simple scoff. Once Mania finished discreetly casing the joint he would be ready to soon make his move, but first, he needed to think of a signal to perhaps give to Connor to let him know he was here. The rest he was sure the guy could put together and if not then the whole operation was doomed for him at least. Mania wouldn't do most of the work for him to get paid again. WC: 1,080
Connor uninterestingly vouched for the quality of the particular knife that was being proffered to him. The pointy end was pointing at him. Dismissing the allegations of authenticity with a nonchalant wave of his hand, Connor felt every little bit the lieutenant they made him out to be. ”Oi’ve ‘erd of yah.” Started one of the crescent moon thugs, who then proceeded with a most amusing gesture. Connor listened with the forsaken zeal of full well wanting to hear what they had to say, though it was difficult at first to decipher the man’s thick accent Connor got the gist of what he wanted to say. “‘Art of gold, tot’ch of My’dars, deft as a Larry.”[/i] All the terms that came from his mouth sounded like he had been chewing on them for awhile. Connor only humbled himself; although flattered, at the insinuations and the prospects of being well known if not reputable, and offered to overlook the sarcastic tone with which it was spoken. The knife in the man’s hand however was anything but polite, it wagged to and fro in the man’s hand threateningly as if it were already slicing into Connor’s side. The pantomime of the preemptive was sultry enough, a morbid judgement that most rogues entertained the notion of every time they passed someone on the street.
Connor made a show of dusting himself off, took aim, and squarely punched the man in the face. For the dissatisfaction of unsettled claims, Connor was already in the thick of a manic fit, after seeing a blade proffered against him he had already resigned to not allow it to prosper. It skittered to a halt somewhere to his left, the man looked half conscious from the angle from which Connor inspected him. If that didn’t sort what’s what from who’s who, it would be only a matter of time before anyone actually noticed the confrontation. Sinking a boot into the man’s ribs, Connor leant down and whispered in the man’s ear, ”No weapon proffered against me shall prosper.” He had heard it in a church and really took it to heart. The words elicited a brief flicker of reconciliation from the man, had it not been entirely just too bad ass to be another nice guy parable, it may have just as well served the purpose of having said anything at all. Connor stepped over the comatose body, rigour mortis wouldn’t set in but the thug would most definitely wake up with a few cramps. A few minutes passed as Connor looked over some of the items. None of them were particularly useful, most of their properties were unidentified and Connor couldn’t for the life of him recollect who would be; on this side of the fence, able to divine their potential uses. After all, Connor was just an ordinary citizen. And as just that; the citizen discerned that it would be most likely more profitable for him to dispose of the weaponry, rather than to deal with an uprising of militia. A knife at every bend did not sound the least bit appealing, so Connor did what he could.
A pinch of salt was all the peanuts needed, now they were all over the walls; Connor couldn’t help but stifle a grin, and no body could blame them either. There were five of them; more thugs, to reckon that Connor’s reputation wasn’t earned, that the morsel before them would be easily overwhelmed by a pack mentality. It was hardly an ambush, this was their residence after all. He was outnumbered. Fortune had a way of slighting those that relied too heavily on luck. Although killing them would be problematic and callous, Connor did need a reason to divert their attention. His fingers wobbled unsteadily like his attention was far off from lucid as he directed his golem; Change, to start smashing boxes. The thugs were disheartened by the levitating golden coins that afflicted them, their morale seemed to dissipate almost immediately and be replaced by fear. Maybe it was a trauma response but a sixth; slightly less enthused, man appeared. He seemed to be the one running the operations around here. Connor got this impression when a chunk of gold the size of his knuckle flew at him with the integrity of a pseudo offensive. Blinking meekly Connor cherished the irony of the moment for awhile as he dodged to the left with a less than agile tumble. The man had the same magic as Connor and this truely was something that was funny. To at least Connor, it seemed pragmatic to watch the various customers and ruffians absconding with the loot they had accrued. Some of them didn’t even pay for what they were taking, which devoid of mirth, was just stealing. The boss of the gang seemed a little perturbed himself as the sycophants abandoned him. It was an uneasy silence between them as the crescent moon leader pelted Connor with pebbles of gold. Connor did as he could; dodging what he may, allowing the havoc to play out. All the while trying not to laugh at the guys situation, Connor noticed a familiar face; Mania, a man who; like Connor, was an Eclipse Raven. Good things come in two’s thought Connor.
Word Count: 896 Total Word Count: 1957
Mana Math: Full Mana. Mana Regeneration: 20 Spell Cost: 10 Spell Used: Change{Golem} Perks Used: Quick Charger, Puppet Master.
Just as Mania was pondering a discreet methodology to gain Connor's attention, he would cause a great commotion. The grunt that was assisting Mania almost dropped his wares pointing and shouting excitingly which would make Mania turn his head on a swivel and see Connor planting his foot squarely in the Crescent Moon gang members' ribs. Mania would bellow out a cheeky laugh as the gang members attempted to swarm Connor and in all the ensuing chaos the consumers they were serving were running off with product and absconding whatever their greedy, sticky hands could grab. Mania would palm his head, disappointed that subterfuge was more than likely out the window. For a brief moment, the mercury rogue considered leaving Connor to fend for himself as a serviceable distraction. It was the perfect opportunity for Mania to slip around the corner unseen to complete the actual parameters of the mission.
The rogue really did consider this thought as he eyed the corner the grunt had retrieved the wares from, but since Connor was a valued comrade Mania would instead sigh and decide to help his fellow rogue. The thugs in this base weren't anything to write home about and Connor for the most part looked as if he could handle the sticky situation on his own. Another man would join the fray and he looked absolutely displeased to see the commotion and theft of their product as he engaged Connor. Finally, the fellow Raven would make eye contact with Mania, causing the rogue to think he could no longer sit back and idly consider his course of action so he would nonchalantly retrieve his grimoire, clasping it by the spine. Mana would rise like steam from a kettle as he fed it to his grimoire causing it to be filled with power and magic. "Guess I have little choice..."
"Mercury Magic: Hydrargyrum Hunter!"
With an extended hand, liquid silver would be produced in a great amount as it would reforge itself into a polished, faceless golem. The creation was 4 meters tall and was humanoid in appearance. Giving it a mental command to assist Connor, but not to kill any of them the golem would make for a mad dash towards the brawl. Mania was still standing a safe distance from the chaos, one hand in his pocket as he watched his golem easily deal with the small fry that swarmed Connor like flies around garbage. They were of the little match for its speed and physical power as it would knock them to the ground and break their magical weapons. Once it took care of the lesser goons, Mania would give the mental command for it to assist Connor who from what Mania could tell was dealing with the boss who utilized the same magic as his Eclipse Raven buddy Connor.
From what Mania could discern he preferred the use of ranged magic, so having his golem break the distance and pressure him would probably be the optimal way Mania would muse as he casually approached the two. He would step over the unconscious bodies of the crescent moon gang members and place a hand upon Connor's shoulder as the boss watched puzzled. "What are you doing?" Mania would say aloud as his hazel eyes looked about the main area of the warehouse that was now empty except for them. Trash, tables, chairs, and products were strewn about haphazardly - simply put the place looked as if a tornado had swept through. Mania's golem would deal with the last thug and begin to attack the boss, but he wouldn't be downed as easily as the weaker grunts he employed.
"Now that it's come to this I suggest you give it up now. Your no match for the both of us chump!"
Mania would attempt to pick and probe, goading the boss of the crescent moon gang. He would take the bait, creating magic arrows of gold that fired at the two rogues, but he'd find them to be ineffective.
"Mercury Magic: Marrow of the Moon!"
Yawning through his words Mania and Connor would be surrounded by a protective silver cacoon that resembled a smooth marble. Mania's defense was far too hard for the gold mage to penetrate. Another lazy yawn would escape Mania's parted lips as the spell would reshape the front, allowing for both Connor and Mania to see the boss easier.
"You're embarrassing yourself and way out of your league~"
Speaking coolly Mania would mentally order his golem to attack again, causing the two to go through the same dance they had participated in prior to him attacking them. Using this time Mania would decide to speak to Connor. They were in no immediate danger, so it was the perfect opportunity.
"You're really cramping my style Connor. I planned on completing this mission quietly, but I see you causing quite the ruckus. Did you ascertain the location of the goods?"
Mania would ask, hoping Connor had at the very least done something correctly. He was here before Mania, though the rogue didn't know how much longer, but he should have gathered some form of intel, but knowing how the man operated he wouldn't be surprised if the rogue had simply looked through all the wares instead of doing little to no investigation.
"Once we knock this guy out let's hurry and finish this. I hear there will be a meeting soon for the Eclipse Raven's though I don't know when. Just rumblings in the underground."
Speaking lowly Mania would turn his attention back to the boss who was barely remaining competitive versus Mania's golem. If he had summoned one more he was sure they would easily overpower him, but the rogue figured it wasn't worth the mana.
"Want to do the honors?"
Gesturing to the boss who was on the back foot from Mania's predator golem, the rogue offered the courtesy of dealing the knock-out blow to Connor. He had done the majority of the work anyway, so Mania figured he'd let him finish the job so to say. WC: 1,011 TWC: 2,091 Mana: 58/90
Name of Spell: Hydrargyrum Hunter Element: Mercury Rank: Intermediate Size: 4 m Mana Cost: 16 | 8 Type of Golem: Predator Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Puppet Master Description: Spell is activated by holding his left hand out with palms facing upwards. Liquid mercury pools from Mania's grimoire and shapes itself into a 4 m tall, faceless humanoid comprised purely of mercury. By speaking the spell's name and holding his left arm up Mania manipulates the liquid mercury, giving it form. This golem has long arms, is equipped with sharp claws, and has the ability to move at 18 m/s. Hydrargyrum Devourer is capable of dealing its spell rank in damage and able to sustain Intermediate damage before being destroyed. This golem cannot be used as a mode of transportation. 4 additional golems can be created. Reference
Type Power Durability Sensory Range Speed Health Predator 50(+3) 15(+3) 45(+3) 80 m 18 m/s Int
Name of Spell: Mercury Magic: Marrow of the Moon Elemental Type: Mercury Rank & Spell Type: Int | Defense Creation Range & Speed: 5 m AOE | 20 m/s Mana Cost: 16 | 8 Stats Effected: -- Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Aegis Description: This spell is activated by speaking the name aloud. Mania creates a large pool of mercury magic that he can manipulate into a smooth semi-spherical dome around himself. This mass of mercury maintains its semi-liquid state, only hardening upon impact from an enemy spell. Mania, upon casting, can also choose to expand this ability, protecting anything inside the 5 m AOE radius. The Magic doesn't completely envelop Mania or friendly allies, instead, the front has a gap for Mania or others to maintain the vision of targets, but can close up if needed to defend. The spell is activated by speaking the spell's name aloud. Marrow of the Moon has x2 its rank in health. For every 15 Control Mania can create another 5 m protective dome around allies within the spells normal range.
The man was horrified by the bulwark display of defense, Connor couldn’t help mentally admonishing Mania for his taciturn pragmatism. As if on a tight schedule, Connor leaned into stretching his laterals, the question of what he was doing was a moral conceptual that required his attention. His reply was simple, ”I am causing trouble…” Connor’s voice was full of remorse and had a coy apprehension to it that belied that he was probably doing the wrong thing. Being that they were now prestigious members of the Eclipse Ravens, Connor figured he should probably be more circumspect as to how he went about his business. The reasoning was that he went through a hell of a lot to get where he was, he had no inclination to getting thrown out on his ear. As for the question about the goods and their location, Connor had already warped the metal out of their general contexts and amalgamated them into a lump of solid metal. Change; his golem, returned, and revolving around the barrier made the display of their prowess that much more intimidating. The crescent moon’s gang boss was not impressed, nor was he amused as Connor had been hoping to find him. ”Everyone’s a critic.”
Connor started speaking once more, rather than keep his compatriot in the dark about what he had been doing causing said ruckus. “No need to worry, while you were…” Connor paused for a second to kick the crescent moon boss in the mandible, silencing him before he could twist the situation into a poor me episode garnering for sympathy. He continued afterwords, ” …Being quiet, I already twisted the mana resonant metals into lifeless hunks of scrap.” Both Mania’s and Connor’s reflections were visible in the reflection of the gold coin; Change, which Connor regarded with varying levels of lucidity. Mostly caring about how his hair sat, he brushed it briefly before returning to re-associate himself with the reality of the situation. Concerning the meeting of the Eclipse Ravens, Connor’s ears perked at the chance of meeting their leader again. She was sharp and respectable which Connor liked in a woman, he dusted his hands off before motioning for them to leave by rocking on his heels and whistling. “Well, we better not disappoint them… those that are talking about us that is.” Connor stuck his hands in his pockets, fiddling with a few small pieces of silver he pried from some of the items he had ransacked through. If the employer didn’t pay well, he could always contribute towards a good lunch with what he had stolen.
Mania watched through his hazel, keen eyes as Connor dealt with the Crescent Moon gang leader. The rogue was also more than pleased to hear that Connor also already destroyed the supplies these goons were peddling which meant that Mania didn't really have to do much but look cool and take out a few small fries. This mission would prove to be an easy payday for the Mercury rogue as he stared at the knocked-out boss. He wasn't much, to be frank, and Mania still hadn't the foggiest clue as to why they didn't just get rid of these gang members. He would sigh digging his hands deep within his pockets as his eyes fluttered to the chaos-strewn area. He didn't see anything of note he wanted to pilfer before he made his escape.
Another sigh escaped the rogue's lips as he watched Connor tend to his hair by using the reflection of his gold golem as a mirror. The guy had a penchant for keeping up with his appearance, Mania couldn't understand in the slightest as he didn't really care much for fashion. The rogue was fine with wearing his hair as was and whatever clothes he thought fit the occasion, though he did have a soft spot for suspenders. The look was just something he was very much attached to. "Good work Connor, we can leave these weaklings to lick their wounds. Having destroyed their supply they should definitely get the message." Mania would smile a sheepish grin as he walked over to the boss mid-sentence and gave him a final kick for good measure. Just to really hit home his employer's intentions, though he was unsure if the sentiment would be understood or not.
"And if they don't we'll probably be back to finish the job."
Mania would regard the knocked-out man with a wry look and gesture for Connor to move with him to blow this popsicle stand. Mania would make his way out from the Crescent Moon gang's hideout. After a short stop to collect his yul he figured he would head to the location for where the Eclipse Raven meetup was supposed to take place. The rogue had been dying for a chance to sit down face to face with Velondra herself and finally the moment of opportunity had come for him. Mania wouldn't pass the chance up to peak a little bit into her mind. Though he wasn't quite certain if he'd be able to read such a shrewd and savvy woman such as her. One didn't become the leader of an esteemed organization by being an open book he mused lighting a cigarette.
