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-The law of nature state clearly that those who are most fit are those who are destined to survive. Within the 'most fit' category one can include one' ability to blend not only in nature, but also with society. Upon assuming a new identity one must stick firmly to it, but also keep his/her goals in mind.- He grabbed his cloak and tied it firmly, he knew this would be his last chance. He walked into the local tavern and sat down, the crowd looking old and trashy. No one here he could consider even communicating with. A swaggering man stumbled over to his table and sat. "I w's s'posed a' me' yo?" He said while sitting down. The cloaked man said nothing and smiled, this was his cue. He took a swig of brew to blend in with this man and began to speak. "I'm lo'kin fer a man called 'Tinkerer'. E' owes me som'oney." He cringed a bit at words coming out of his mouth. The act of the drunk was his least favourite guise. The other man laughed. " Eh'Trinkrer ow's ya moneh? Thadon't soud li'im," he said chuckling. The cloaked man glared at the man across from him. He was about to lose his temper, and in doing so lose his cover, but the man in front of him was just common trash, nothing worth getting worked up over. "Fine, ye caugh'meh. I needed to use his... services." He stopped slurring, hoping it would make an impression. He wanted the man to know he was serious. The man across from him looked a bit surprised. Then they both started to laugh. "A course I'll show yeh to'im," he said standing up. Both man walked to a room in the back, the cloaked man slowly readying a hidden blade in his sleeve. They entered the room only to find one man inside, but the room itself was ornate, Smoke billowed from an incense burner and a freshly brew pot of tea sat in the middle of the room. "Man 'er to see ya," the staggering man said walking out of the room. The other man in the room motioned the cloaked man in. He offered him a seat and poured a glass of tea for the both of them. "I know why you're here, you seek my services. My rates are somewhat high and I only meet with those who are interested. Not many even know how to get to me," The Tinkerer said smiling. The cloaked man pulled his blade out and sat it on the table. "You made me associate with common street filth. The drunkards and filth of this tavern have been making my skin crawl, and now that I have finally met you-" the cloaked man trailed off looking to see if anyone was standing outside the room. "You are not worthy of my blade," the cloaked man grabbed the Tinkerer by the throat and subdued him to the ground. He felt a sigh of relief as the man stopped breathing. He pulled his hood up and walked out of the tavern smoothly. "Ye ge' whatch'ye needed dun?" the man from earlier said to him. The cloaked man nodded and walked out. ~Toribor | |