Al-Hazred (A New Era Location)

[victim130]

Before Grinum went to the inn. "I have information you may be interested in and in return i would like some information of my own. Just meet me at the inn over there, Hence's Tavern.

Grinum waited in his room while thinking of a plan. If he was to kill the man in the inn room he would be certainly found out and going against his rules of the hit. Grinum came to the conclusion of finding out as much information as he could before making his assassination. "Hey get your ass down here! I'm no waiter!" said the owner "Ya fine be right there." Said Grinum in an annoyed tone.

"Hm the food here isn't that bad." Said Grinum as he ate his chicken-like food. "Hm I wonder if that diplomat will come." Grinum started to wonder as it had been atleast an half an hour.

[Boxhead]

Grim sat comfortably in the shade of the cafe's awning. The slender blue-furred Hoop-kah female dropped off the bottle of Alterrian wine and flute for him, along with a plate of sweet meats. Across the street the scene played out, the “assassin” he had hired, Grinum, had made contact with Timosha Abramtsov Lukanov, the Technocrat diplomat.

Pouring some of the deep crimson wine in his flute, Grim sipped the liquid and pursed his lips with a satisfied smack. Narrowing his eyes he watched as the skeletal being known as Xindhi seemed to transmit some message to the diplomat, “Curious...I wonder what the little assassin has made of that exchange. Perhaps he is astute enough to realize something important has occurred, perhaps not.”

Reaching a gloved hand towards the sweetmeats, Grim plucked some and slurped them down as he continued to watch the discourse between the two men. Then with a sudden turn the assassin moved towards Hence's tavern, a den of the vilest scum in the multiverse, a thin smile crossed Grims lips as he chuckled to himself.

“Well at least the kids got guts if he is staying there, maybe he actually can pull this off.” Grim murmured as he sipped more of the wonderfully rich wine. As he placed his flute down a shadow crossed his path, it was the Cughtagh Skallagrim, the energy coming off the Xindhi was intense, and he was clearly manipulating the resonate frequency, but for what reason? Pulling the brim of his hat down to shade his eyes a little more, Grim narrowed his eyes as he watched the champion move past him.

After Skallagrim moved on, his attention seemed focused on the space port, Grim exhaled. It had been a millennium since he faced an angry Xindhi in combat, and even then it wasn't an Aeryn or Cughtagh, whistling softly he shook his head, even with his skills and abilities the thought of facing once called champion of the dreaming queen was not a prospect he wanted to test. A thin smile crossed his lips, “Here's to you Grinum...” he whispered as he toasted the assassin.