Adion spoke calmly "If I was here for blood, this building would not still be standing. The reason I am here for is because I 'removed' a man who abused his workers, and the local guard did not take kindly to my actions. I was wondering if I could stay for about a week to get the worthless guards to stop pestering me." After saying all this, Adion reminded himself of the massacre between him and the guards. It was sad really, but he also remembered something else that may be good to mention. "If you plan on going against the guards soon, my last display made the guard captain think about training his guards against magic. Just thought that I should mention that."

Satou was taken off by the stranger's words. For a moment Satou thought the stranger was the enemy, but now he could see that this man did what he felt was the most just for everyone, like a superhero of some kind. Satou looked up at the night sky. The stars were ever so bright. Mother used to like the stars. They used to go out at night times on a cloudless night on top of the rooftop of his old house, right here in Aerios. Satou would reach out and try to grab one of the stars, while his mother looked on smiling. A lot has changed in Aerios, but the stars seemed to be same.
"So are you here lend us your strength?" he asked not taking his eyes off the stars. Then looking at the figure directly he said "why? How can we trust you?"

"I did not intend to get into any war schemes. I merely seek shelter from the prying eyes of those who overlook corruption and believe in easily manipulated laws. But, in exchange for a couple of nights shelter, I will do my best to answer any questions you might have." Adion stated. It was true that if these people were rebellion and they were planning anything big, then information would be little trade for a few nights housing. Adion really did not want to get involved with this war at all, but he needed the shelter from the eyes of the "law" that guarded the most abusive from being brought to justice. He knew that even information carried the power to topple governments, so long as its user knew how to use it. This was all the more he willed to get involved with this war.

Alexis
Alexis was standing a little ways inside, listening to Satou talk to the dragoon guy. She still had a pistol in her hand, but she wasn't planning on using it. Though the guy seemed a bit off, she didn't feel any immediate danger. Still, she was going to keep an eye on him.
When they started talking about him needing a place to stay though, Alex tensed slightly. Someone else living with us? she thought, eyes widening. ...but he could kill us, or snitch...oh god or he could move the stuff in my room. Alex thought. Walking up behind Satou, she tapped his shoulder. "Oi! If he stays here, make sure he knows my rooms off limits," she whispered, though Adion could probably hear anyways. She then backed off a bit, muttering something about killing him if he touched her stuff.
Ivan
Ivan walked away from the training grounds after Adion left, uninterested in anything there. Training was useless unless with a real person in his opinion, because a dummy can't dodge nor block. Or fight back, for that matter. So, what to do of the so called rebellion, he thought, looking up at the sky. He remembered what Adion said about them most likely being weak, but that didn't make it any less a problem. If word got around, then people could want to take their side. Fools, he thought bitterly, deciding to sit down near the wall of a building. He didn't want to go home, as it was close to where royals lived and while he would fight for them, he didn't really want to talk to them. He was fine with taking simple orders, but chatting wasn't his thing.

Satou looked at the man intently, listening to what he had to say. He then closed his eyes, taking it all in before responding.
"I understand. I see that you mean us no harm." Satou said opening his eyes, "Your offer is very tempting. However, that isn't for me to decide." He turned to Alex and Sky.
"Well, what do you guys think?" whispered Satou. He then mouthed the summary of the dialog he had with the mysterious stranger to sky.

Irial shrugged his shoulders lightly, "So be it." He stepped to the side, standing next to the woman, who he believed he seen around before. Then again, he was always out and about, he probably seen many of the people at least once. Irial's multi-colored eyes watched the fight between one of the magi and the fay; they appeared to be enjoying the fight with one another.

"You're a writer, by the sounds of it. This fight might be worth mentioning in a book about pups if anything." He laughed lightly, not sure if his joke was funny or not. Oh, the fights he could conjure... That would not be a good idea right now. He was a reserved fighter; one that fought when needed be... Or when he really wanted to.

Irial shifted his weight, tempted to just go off walking again, but as leader of the magi, he should probably see this fight until it was at it's end, for one of his subordinates. When a figure suddenly appeared, he frowned for a moment before plastering on his fake smile once more. He noted the dark outfit and strange mask. He listened as the man spoke, asking if he had any jobs needing done.

Irial sighed mutely. Would the leader of the magi really call for an assassination? Maybe? Would Irial himself? Yes. He figured it would be a fine thing to do to give the man work anyway. He pulled out some change that would only be part of the pay. He could think of someone that needed put down, as they appeared as a threat to the Royal cause. Not that Irial cared about that cause; in fact, he wanted to destroy it, but he couldn't let that be known. He held out the coins for the bird-like mannered man to take, "This would only be part of the pay. There's a blacksmith on the south end, near the edge of the city, who I know has been supplying weapons secretly to the so-called rebellion. Shouldn't be difficult to find; he's the only blacksmith on that end. I can give you the rest when you provide proof of his absence."

Sky had followed Satou to the door, but didn't exit the house, yet anyway. He watched from the doorway, sword in hand, eying the other man very closely. However, there was a mask, and he had no clue as to what was going on, even more so since Satou's back was to him. This caused him to fold his ears back and focus on body postures. It was like they were vying for the dominant position. That was merely a reflection to what could actually be going on, however.

His eyes glanced over to the shadowy dragon, not the least bit frightened by it. Honestly, why would he be frightened? There were three of them, one even being a dragoon himself, and one of that man. He cast his blue eyes over to Alexis, who had a pistol at hand. At least she could hear. Times like these frustrated Sky to no end. He growled noticeably as he looked back to Satou and the dark figure.

Crossing his arms, he continued to pay attention at the body posture. It didn't appear like there was going to be a fight. When Satou turned back over, Sky's eyes immediately shifted to look at Satou's lips, catching all that was being mouthed. He nodded, walking out, sheathing his sword back at his waist. "As lon' as he doesn' do anythin' bad," his voice being the usual strangle.

Alexis
Alexis looked over at Sky as the two at the door way talked. She frowned slightly, noticing he seemed a bit upset. Or at least frustrated. When he growled, Alex jumped a bit, not really expecting the sudden sound. I need to stop being so jumpy, she thought before patting Sky's shoulder. She kind of felt bad, considering he probably couldn't understand half of what was happening.
Alex felt a little relieved when Satou filled Sky in, but a little annoyed also asking if the stranger could stay. "Fine by me, if he keeps his dirty little hands off my stuff," she muttered, relaxing her hand on her pistol a bit more. Before heading back to her room, Alex nudged Sky and made sure he could read her lips. "You okay?" she asked, opening the door to her bedroom while she spoke.

Katherine giggled. A sort of eerie, celestial giggle, as she quickly nodded to Irial in a vague response to his thoughts. She bobbed down slightly, feet barely brushing the tops of the blades of grass as she reached out, lightly running a tiny finger down the plague doctor mask Gurth was wearing.

Her hand quickly shot away again, as if she was avoiding it being smacked. She paused for a moment, face blank.

"Whhoo are youuu?"

Her head tilted as she asked. It was unusual for her to see a new face, what with her spying from her tower window she often preferred to 'forget to mention'. Often her interest in people wavered from simply ignoring them to well.. This. She wasn't a very stable human being. It was probably the magic that was beginning to steer her astray.

Gurth nodded once to the Magi as he took the coin, he didn't ask why the mark was wanted dead, he didn't care this was just work. The strange woman who was floating suddenly brushed his mask with her finger causing Gurth's head to turn towards her with a snap and his hand to grip the hilt of his sword beneath his cloak. "Whhoo are youuu?" she asked Gurth relaxed letting go of his sword she was curious like a child and probably a little less than sane, that happened sometimes when one used to much magic. It happened to a hermit he had killed, he had spent to much time away from other people. "I am a Doctor, if someone has a problem they pay me and I make it go away." Gurth said an cold smile on his lips beneath his mask, he really was doctor or at least he could have been but instead he had chosen another path. Sometimes he even provided medical services to those who lead a life in the shadows like him, of course for far more than a normal doctor would charge.

Turning away from the Magi and strange woman he briskly walked towards the shadows cast by the wall of the palace as soon as his he stepped into the shadow he cast his Shadow Cloak disappearing from sight moving quickly he slipped outside of the palace and into the city. The mark lived in the south part of the city near then edge. The problem for Gurth was his outfit if he entered as he was he would raise suspicion and the man would be on guard making him harder to kill. Gurth sighed he knew what to do, he made his was to a different blacksmith whose shop was in a small alley the sign over the door was old and the door itself wasn't even properly on its hinges.

As Gurth expected the old man behind the counter wasn't doing anything except watching the door. "Smith I am here to purchase some things" The man looked up his eyes a milky white and his smile missing teeth "Well I no longer have anything to sell a blind smith is a bad smith so no one comes here for metal work anymore. So you can leave Birdman" the man said spitting a lugie "I was sent here by Vlad, old man and if you were truly blind you would not know about my mask." Gurth said. The man began to laugh and then he had a violent fit of coughing and spit up another lugie, "So Vlad sent you, well that changes everything. I only do work for those living in the shadows, since Vlad referred you to me you must be part of that crowd." Gurth nodded and the old man continued "So what do you need?" "I need a set or chain armor and a hand and a half sword the armor does not need to fit perfectly it just has to be roughly my size." As Gurth spoke he pulled out his coin purse and began to count out a number of coins about twice as much as they would normally cost but he needed to forge a good bushiness relationship with the man. The Smith pocketed the coins and entered the back part of the shop.

In a few minutes the Smith returned holding a set of chain armor and a hand and a half sword. "Here you go" he said handing Gurth the gear, nodding once Gurth turned and left. Slipping the gear under his cloak Gurth headed to a nearby inn called the Hogs Head where Gurth bought the cheapest room. In the room Gurth quickly changed from his cloak and mask into the armor strapping the sword onto his back. He was no longer an assassin but a warrior who needed a blacksmith to fix his weapon. A small illusion finished the look it removed some of the scars covering his face leaving only the largest scar on his face. A heavily scared man was noticeable, one scar didn't mean much when on the face of a warrior. Drawing the 'broken' sword Gurth raised it above his head and brought it down with all his force on to the stone floor of his room, the only thing that happened was pain shooting through his arms. That Smith makes good weapons Gurth thought as he placed the sword on the floor of the room, Calling upon his second element he covered the sword in ice freezing drawing his other sword the raised it and brought it down on the now frozen sword ... this time there was the pleasing sound of the sword breaking into two pieces. Picking up the pieces he slipped them into the sheath on his back, now he had a reason to visit his mark in the south part of the city.

Going to the window Gurth opened it and looked to the alleyway below it was empty climbing up on to the windowsill Gurth jumped landing in the alleyway softly. He had entered as a masked man if he left dressed as a warrior it would raise questions so he had left through the window. His mark lived in the south part of the city, walking at a brisk pace Gurth made his way through the city using the main roads instead of the alleyways, a warrior creeping around like a thief raised to many questions. When he arrived in the south part of the city he asked around for a smith and quickly where his mark was living and working. The shop where his mark lived was called the Thane and Son's it was well maintained and looked like it did a got a lot of costumers but luckily when Gurth entered the shop was empty save for the resident smith banging away at a piece of iron on an anvil. Reaching behind himself he touched the door calling upon his magic to freeze the door shut so no one would get in while he worked.

Clearing his throat he called the smith "Oi Smith you got a customer" Gurth called in a deep voice. Grunting the smith looked up from his work, placing the iron into a bucket of water he took off his gloves and laid his hammer down wiping his hands on his apron he approached Gurth. "Wat ya need?" the smith asked. Pulling the hand and half sword off his back Gurth laid the weapon on the counter in front of the smith. "My sword broke smith and I'm looking to have it repaired so I can get back to earning coin." The smith nodded pulling the broken sword from the sheath and inspected the blade. "Ya it broke, but it good blade I can have it fixed in a day." the smith said smiling through his beard,the man looked happy to have the work. Gurth smiled, the smile on his lips fake. "Can I have one of your swords while you fix mine?" Gurth asked smiling again. "Sure" The smith said smiling a toothy grin. as he pulled a sword our from under the counter. "Maby you love my sword and buy it, and bring your friends and bring me good work." The man said laughing a deep happy laugh.

Reaching for the sword Gurth asked "May I" the smith nodded, drawing the sword Gurth turned around and gave it a few experimental swings before turning to the smith again. "You like?" the smith asked. Nodding Gurth suddenly lunged forward the blade in his hand entering the smiths chest and coming out of the man's back. The smith stumbled backwards a pain and shock on his face "Why...?" The smith asked as he fell against the wall and slid to the floor dead. Picking up the broken hand and half sword He had brought Gurth strapped it to his back once more.

About to leave Gurth was stopped when words rang out behind him "Pa Pa I'm hungry, where are you." Turning Gurth saw a child standing in the doorway rubbing his eye's having just woken up. The child was no more than five years old. The child saw his father lying on the ground his eye devoid of light with a blade through him. "Pa Pa, what happened?" the child asked running to his father. Casting his Shadow Cloak so that he looked like a mass of writhing shadows Gurth answered the child "He is dead" The child looked back at Gurth noticing him for the first time. "Who are you?" the child asked tears running down his face. "I am the monster who killed your father." Gurth turned and left the shop leaving the child crying over the dead body of his father. It was late now he would go and collect his money for the job tomorrow, right now he would lay low in the inn and get some sleep.

Satou looked at Alexis and Sky. They both were not found of the idea of a stranger coming into their base for the night. He was not surprised. Their house was not an inn after-all. He took a deep breath in, and let it all out. He put a smile on his face.
"Alright," He said, patting Sky, to perk up. He turned to the man behind him. "It seems that my comrades are still uncomfortable around you, and that is not surprising considering, he has a dragon and weapons around him. We'll give you shelter for one night but you must leave all your weapons and armor with me, including your helmet. Also you must refrain from using any magic in the house. That includes summoning. If you cannot meet those requirement, then I must ask that you find somewhere else to stay."

Adion paused for a moment and then let out a sigh. There was a reason that he wore the helmet, other than the fact that it protected him. "Give me a moment, I will be back soon." said Adion to the small group around him. He then went to one of the sides of the building, took off his helmet, and then changed into a black shirt with long sleeves that ended in gloves with a black snow mask that covered his whole head leaving only his red eyes visible. On the lower half of his body, Adion changed into black pants with boots on the end that went up just high enough for Adion to tuck his pants into. Adion then tucked his shirt into his pants, picked up his armor, and walked back to the group. "There. Now I expect that I will get this back when I leave. And no casting for the duration of my stay. Is this correct?" Adion asked this as he viewed life from many planes, using the shadows to act as more eyes and a addition to his spacial awareness. Without being able to cast, Adion will have trouble with walking and not running into things.