Anarak smiled, she had caught the coin with out even really looking at it, an assasin indeed, every muscle in her body screamed of intense training. "Anything that'll get me paid, I'm serious I've nothing left." Snapping fingers he looked at vallura, almost expecting his silver back, but thn again, he was in a room with mercanaries. A small caltrop came to mind immeadetly to lighten the situation, only a small prestidigitation, small balls of light that can be juggled, it had taken months, but he had mastered them with one hand, The small glowing balls blinked into existance one after the other as he tossed them in the air four in all, they moved through his grip slowly but surely picking up in speed until it was as if they where pins juggled by a clown.

"Tomorrow it is. But no, the Iron Throne have no power left. We'll head to the mine master, Killian. She should have work. She's inside of Neshkel. Kind of hard to miss it." He smiled.

Anarak idly juggled the light as Eon thought.

"Though I don't know how they'll like employing the Blood Gate Mercenaries that close to Amn. But the Flaming Fist sure as hell don't go that south."

"That woman is evil." Eon remarked quietly to Anarak, looking to her as she left. "And it's irresistible." A comical grin played on his face as he himself stood.

He went to his own small quarters, putting in a few pairs of breeches and shirts into his pack. The little room had enough room for a mid sized bed and several boxes. It wasn't decorated, Eon wouldn't waste money on something like that.

After throwing his pack over his shoulder, he walked into the room where Bresek sat.

"We're leaving. Everyone's coming." He looked at the imp. "You do plan to come along, don't you?"

Bresek lifted himself from his chair, spreading his wings. "Am I allowed to say no?" He laughed. "I'm ready when you are.

((Baldur's Gate is huge, Lynes. We're in a quiet 'burb.))

"Alright. At dawn we leave." Eon smiled and clapped his hands. The plan was complete. How he loved adventure and the hapless fools on the road they met. Taverns were his favorite place. Everyone always seemed to want to fight the tall, lean man, and everyone learned not to after they broke part of their face.

"Dawn then." Anarak spun exiting, realizing he had no money and no connections in the city, he spun again "might as well stay here" he said aloud

Eon laughed. "Anarak you can stay here, unless you'd like to come out drinking with me tonight, aye? A pint or two always starts off an adventure on the right step."

Eon turned to the lithe Drow.

"Aye, so my fair maiden wants te go drinkin' with meh?" He smiled callously. His gray eyes danced, he knew Valurra could outdrink most men.

His long arm reached over and put the wolf's fur tunic's hood up over his head. The ears and face were left on it, and to Eon is was the most appealing tunic he had ever owned. It was warm and stylish.

He held out his arm for Valurra.
"Well, madame," Eon said grandly, although in parody. "If yer ready I do believe we should get some ale."

Laughing coyly Anarak stepped forward, If memory served last time he had been drinking with this man he had woken up with nothing but a dagger in a locked room, but it had sure as hell been a night. Besides, he probably ended up in the room by his own fault.