Down the streets of East Hydlaa a shadow floats inbetween darkness. Coneitic is moving inbetween shadows down the streets on his way to the tavern, when he slams into a wall. He smashes into something solid and falls to the street dazed. Baffled, Coneitic looks up to see this new 'wall' that seemed to be constructed since his last visit. He squints his eyes from the pain and looks up to see two figures in the dark, covered by heavy shields, standing firm.
Before he has time to snap his daggers from under his arm armor... two more approach from behind him.... at a quick glance.... armed with shortswords, studying the weapons reveal silverweaves in great condition. He notices the swords are shining almost as bright as the grins on the four figures. The two shadows behind him grab his arm armor and pull him on his feet. They spin coneitic around to make eye contact, when one is heard saying softly... "two choices". Everything turns black as Coneitic feels a sharp pain in the back of his head.
Coneitic's eyes open, and blink a few times.... he sees his weapons and glyphs lying on the ground, surrounded by four shadowed feet. His eyes climb the shadowed feet up, as if it was a maze to find treasure. He runs into a wall in the maze... 4 silver blades interupt him from finding the exit.. the blades shine in his eye... as reasuring him, his life is not in his hands.
"Ahhh Coneitic, the common thief.... the one who strives so hard to be the evil force of the land" laughs are echo'ed through the alley, " the weak fool digging himself a hole."
Coneitic shoots up to the voice to see its.... its a guard, its Jefecra. "i see you've met Duraza" another figure says, closer examination determines its.. Nevis. Coneitic is hit with a sack in the face before he can respond.
"inside is two hundred thousand trias, somethin to help you.. for you have two choices Coneitic" Jefecra says. "We want Duraza captured.. alive." he continues "He is a strong threat, his potential is far greater than our strength".
Coneitic fumbles thru the sack, seeing nothing but circles, an amount that could very well be 200k. "This money is to help in your mission.... we need him caught with in a week" Nevis says. Coneitic interrupts.. "you said two choices...". The guards are heard laughing. "Yes two choices menki, either you do this... our we hang you in in the plaza so all can see." Coneitic's eyes shift at the shadowed figures, "i need time to think.........." before he can finish he feels a massive blunt force on his head and everything fades black.
Coneitic awakes with a splitting headache and a a sack full of trias in his paw. He realizes his only option to stay alive is to complete the mission.... but can he do it.
