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“…Get ready ASAP. We leave in an hour. We have some ground to cover. Understood? Then dismissed. Meet me by the west gate in an hour.

"Are we?" Hallik cackled behind his scarf. He pulled himself up his staff, and draped the hood of his cloak over the cloth top. He shuffled to the door, thumping his staff with each step. An hour, to kill...

The streets were still crowded, perfect place for pickpockets, could just fade into the crowd.

And lo and behold, "Well, never look a gifted horse in the mouth, no?"

It was Artea, who else would it be except the vice of the company? She knew the risks, let her do what she wanted.

...But I'd recommend giving said pouch back to me before I incinerate you...

Hallik made his way over, shuffling up to the side, the victim was none other than one of the new recruits. Perfect. "Will you now?" He huffed, gritting his teeth against a grin. "Is that what a wizards does when he gets the hots, eh? Or are you talking about something else?" The inuendo was clear.

He leaned to Artea and whispered in her ear, quiet so no one could hear, "Meet the new recruit, Nelson or whatever. Mage." He stepped back again, chewing his scarf.