Loke chuckled lightly as the young teenager ran off to greet her heroic saviour, when didn't she do that? Even when Black wasn't that long gone, she'd always act as if he'd been away for months whenever he returned.
All joy and fun aside, the shrouded man seemed to, although with a non-visible face it was hard to tell, have begun his usual ways of telling the small group about a new mission. It had been a while since they've done anything, or at least something big...
'Twas, to say the least, amusing how Black always told the missions as if they were the next best thing that would literally shake the world. Why, and how he exactly did it was a mystery.
Anyway, Loke listened intently to the man's words. They were to take out a shipment, two of them in fact. Food supplies for soldiers from both Elden and Torin.
Crossing two countries there, which Loke thought was a bit overdone. Though, he could get used to the idea that every bit of food was to send to a local Feinien town that was in need of it.
â-We will be contacting a group of bandits in the area and asking for their assistance-â
The gambler nodded hesitantly at it. Bad guys, over good guys I suppose. Loke didn't mind the fact that they were going to get assistance from bandits, but more so the whole pinning the crime on their head business. 'Twas something he never understood in the large picture. Sure, it made way that Black and his group wouldn't be caught on executing these deeds, and those were bandits. Who would believe their word over theirs? So to speak.
â-Any questions?â
No, Loke didn't have any questions. Assumptions, yes. Questions, no. âI be wonderin' though, why ye decidin' on crossin' two countries at once?â Loke asked out of the blue, although even a kid could figure out that they'd be doing it so they would be on both sides.
It was how they've always worked. Still, it troubled Loke a bit that the group was going for such an enormous task already.