Chapter Three - Return to the Mournland

The large minotaur jumps down from the carriage. Meepo and Vice discreetly disembark as well. A few shrubs near the road provide some cover as Torhak stands in the road. The rider takes a few moments to approach. He’s a tall, slender young man with pale skin and dark eyes. His hat pushes his wispy, black hair down to slightly cover his face. He wears a black leather coat with pants to match. A faded scarf is wrapped pretentiously around his neck. He makes no effort to conceal the many daggers under his jacket, along with a holster on each hip, each holding a small hand crossbow. His horse is midnight black, with matching black tackle. Even at a glance, Torhak can see the intelligence in the beast's eyes. She is obviously well cared for, being neatly groomed, especially having just been through the grey mists. Torhak feels his mark tingle and the horse averts her eyes.

The rider casually halts his horse broadside, just inches before running into the minotaur. Deliberately ignoring him, the rider watches over Torhak’s horns for several moments, as the cart continues into town. Finally looking down to Torhak, there’s faintest hint of an amused smirk in his eyes as he leans onto his saddle horn. "Good morning.", his says coolly. "That was some fancy driving yesterday, disappearing like that. Quite the haul for one night’s work, too, ‘Guardian’."

The rider’s full attention is now on the minotaur before him. His steely eyes locked with Torhak’s

Meanwhile, Tryne drives the cart on through town. 37 guides him to Kalli’s house and parks out front. It is a simple, modest, wooden home, better maintained than most in town. 37 knocks at the door. A dark skinned woman, with short brown hair, wearing a green tunic and red stained leathers answers the door with a bright smile. "Good morning, Mr 37. That was even quicker than I expected."

The warforged notices several items of his once home nation of Cyre, warmly decorating the home’s interior. After a brief discussion, Kalli thinks it would be best if they go to the hall to discuss further. She grabs her cloak and quickly climbs aboard the cart. She marvels at its design and comments that she’s never ridden in one before. Tryne quickly activates the cart and makes his way to the hall.

Upon arrival, Famul quickly opens the large doors beneath the Titaness’ shield and Tryne skillfully pulls the cart and its wagon inside. Famul quickly secures the door behind them. "famul relieved by 37’s return…"

Famul shudders clankily, "cat lady watched the hall last night… cat lady was dressed in black… sheriff said cat lady works for ikar…", Famul informs 37.

Kalli formally introduces herself, "Kalli Alran. I work for a crew called the Grey Dogs.", her infectious smile falters as Laulalith mentions the black rider. She sighs with relief that he was unable to follow the group to the warehouse. "That would be Tarin. Ikar’s personal bloodhound. And the little cycloptic tabaxi would be known as Sassy. No one knows her real name.", she says with a heavy sigh. "It’s impressive that you managed to evade Tarin. Sassy is a furry wrecking ball with claws.", she says, her smile returning. "You could call their crew rivals to mine, or rather everyone in town. Their methods are suspect. Those with a good lead in the Grey, tend to disappear. That, and their buyers are elusive, secretive and in search of the darker objects of Cyre."

Kalli looks over the cart and wagon. She waves specifically to Talon on the roof, "My buyer on the other hand, is very open about his interests. He wants technology. The rarer, the better. There must have been something of interest in that warehouse to get his attention. What did you find?"

Meanwhile, at the edge of town…
The rider grins maliciously, showing his gleaming white teeth, "Our interest is profit. Not to buy, to sell. Why else come to this forsaken place?", he says with a sneer.

"Now you’ve gone and hooked up with wrong team, friend. The Grey Dogs are on their way out. The Boss is going to make sure of that. You and the others in your crew should take that into consideration. That warforged and his little pal have talent, anyone can see that. It’d be a shame to let it go to waste on the wrong side."