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"I shall go find some information. I don't have informant here, but I have reputation everywhere. Even here. All the traveling I did before I met you, and the bounties and assassination I executed was whispered to all parts of the nations. I just am known and described as something different. A bit more sinister. Maybe I tell you someday?" R'Nieth pick apart his bigger luggage and came away with a small pack that slung over with one strap. It was his traveling pack that had all basic mission items.

"I shall be back in the morning maybe. If I have enough information, I'll be back tonight. Attack anyone that comes through that door that isn't me. Or, if they don't come through the door, then try not to be surprised. It may be a friend of mine, we often enter through other means."

R'Nieth hoped that he would be more recovered by the time he got back. The spacious room was of two parts, half of it gave way to the kitchenette and bathroom, and the rest seemed to be the bedroom and living quarters. He passed through the kitchenette, and down the hall. To the front door, he exited. Casting a couple of spells along the way for extra swiftness, and silence of step. He was to become one with the shadows once again. Darting down the hall, he used the window at the end of the hall that was open, and jumped onto the roof of the building next door. No one would have seen his dashing movements out the window, nor his landing, just shadows moving swiftly or nothing at all. R'Nieth always ran extremely low to the ground when he got this way. It was rather fascinating to watch if you were to even get a glimpse of this stealth mode.

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Jag Green

Jag was waiting outside in the hallway, waiting to see movement from the two that entered into the inn. He had been shadowing the two for some time since they entered. But he was very, very careful about what he did and how he did it. He was hugging the shadows, pretending to be one of the many drugged out citizens that were using Smog to get the new fix they desired. Smog was unfortunately nasty due to it's toxic nature. Music like a hallucinogenic, but infused with the properties of something like methamphetamine. It kept you high for days, and the worst part was, it was toxic, so you would have random violent episodes of seizures and hallucinations of the vivid sort. Sometimes at the same time. There were many other distinct characteristics of the drug, for one, it was used by means of a gasmask connected to a Smog tank. It was also colorless, despite it's name, that came from the later adding of chemicals to the Smog Duex. The sad part is, the original formula was used for creating artificial fumes to run through and get rid of pesticides. Which later was used for fuel.

Jag's thoughts rambled on as he observed a figure emerge from the room. He could not recognize or see it. It was hooded and cloaked. It dissipated a second later like smoke in the wind. He switched on his infrared to make sure he was not seeing things. He did not see anything put others in the hallway, and what looked to be writhing shapes on the floor near the door the figure emerged from.

"Hmph, Interesting."

Jag gathered up himself, and stalked off. Relenting to set up surveillance using cameras and listening devices near and inside the room. He had his ways of getting into the room, even if he wanted to use the front door, without alerting the beastman that bunked inside.