Chapter 1: Plausible Deniability

Kairon Fiero is wearing a set of ruffled, but expensive-looking clothes. A well-cut coat falls down his slim frame like a waterfall, underneath is a white shirt with ruffles at the collar. His pants run down his legs, made of an alluring dark blue silk like the rest of the outfit, ending just above his brown leather shows. A holy symbol of his deity, a staff with a styilized lion curled around it. As he is "ushered" into the room (he knows the guard a bit too well, and he was more than rough with him), he slicks his dark hair back, running his fingers along one horn. He maneuvers himself to the front of the group, "Hey-o, nice digs you got here, ey? Sweet trick, kiddo. Now, tell me, what are we doing here?"

Wallamin walks in to the room and looks around at the others that are already sitting down. He has a simple pair of brown pants and white shirts with a leather coat. He realizes that he has had incounters with everyone at the table. Ands sits down

Kairon slides into a chair, his face intent on the kings. "A-course we are, daddy-o. But I got a better question, what's a big cheese like you doing talkin' to slimes like us?" A smile flashes across his face.

No need to get defensive I'm already in. What is it that we can do for you.
Wallamin rubs his chin a little likening the idea that he will have some dirt on the king

and when does it need to be done

As Kairon's crimes are read off, he glances around the table, smirking and shaking his head, as if to say Me? Oh heavens, I couldn't have. "Well, I never woulda... I s'pose you must be right, you're the king after all." He gives the king a toothy smile, running a finger down one horn. "All good questions, gents. But, and I know I ain't gonna get an answer I like, what's on this, er, correspondence? I'm a real curious sort, see, and if I don't know, well, I'm gonna want to find out."

what does this thyrius blackfang look like and where will we find him.

Kairon greedily grabs at the glass, hoisting it into the air. "For Impeleo!"

Wallamin grabs the last glass and raises it a little fast spilling some.
CHEERS!!!

Wallamin garbs his hat and starts walking down the hall.

Kairon stands, slicks back his hair and adjusts his suit. He gives the king a quick smile and slight bow, "Your most glorious majesty." Sidling his way towards the front of the group, he quickly walks down the hall.

Wallamin enters the room and picks up a book and flips through it. He doesn't even recognize the language it's written in so he sets it down. He looks up when Thyrias calls out Solomons name to see we're he is at

Moments after Thyrias calls out for the wizard, Kairon steps up and calls out. "Wise and grand wizard! We have come for your powerful services!"

"Of course, my good man. We must see him immediately, orders from the king!"

Wallamin follows behind

Kairon follows as well.

Kairon looks phased for a moment, but quickly regains his composure. "Well, now, that's... quite something. Tell us, wise one, what is it we need to know?" He keeps his eyes on the beast, running his hand through his hair.

"Now hold on a second there, bud." Kairon sidles up besides Elran. "I'm not saying you shouldn't be navigating, no one else wants to do that. But I do have a bit of issue with you holding the all important package. I'm not tryin' to say anything against you, but it seems only fair that it should be shared between the three of us. Does it not?"

Wallamin steps forward with some straw in his hand.
we can draw for. Then we won't have to fight over how carries it.

"Shit, I'll take a rigged game over no game any day of the week, least I got a chance to cheat my way anyway." Kairon grabs Elran's shoulder, twisting him towards him. "I know neither of us is perfect, but I ain't about to get played, dig? What makes you so damn qualified?"

Wallamin puts the draw back in his pocket.
He does have a point if we are stopped it won't look as suspicious if he is caring the package

Wallamin grabs his stuff and flows behind them

Kairon follows, his eyes burning into the back of Elran's head.

"My fate has always been stacked, no need to check it now. Might as well get moving, idle feet don't make any money." Kairon flashes a smile, and moves towards then exit.