The request wall, ideas for quests

[Jubilee]

He led them to the entrance of the bar, smoke waffling like clouds hanging over people's heads, expecting to burst into fire crisps, though we know it doesn't happen that way. However, Truman looked at the clouds with absolute fascination while he weaved them through the thick legs of ogres, ragged travellers and hooded merchants. Being short and small has an advantage for he sees everyone, even those with hoods. You can't hide much if you see directly from below.

Truman did grab a fistful of Silas's cloak while elading him over to the usual spot where little dwarfs, wrinkly-looking goblins and gnomes morsel around. Because that particular-looking gnome is wanted everywhere, two erect featherless emus and a mean-looking bloodhound slash bulldog was sandwiching him while he sat and ate his usual peanut cracker soup.

Seems like the gnome lost his eyepatch and in place a fake blue eye, almost making him non-discernable. Truman's eyes eyed him with a vengeance. Even as appearance changes, Truman can sniff out if it's the same person un der any disguise.

Truman bumped hard into the sitted assassin...

[Aegis]

('Assassin' would mean Shinzar, right?)

[Jubilee]

(yep. Now if only he would post)

[Shinzar]

Shinzar's eye twitched, "Am I bothering you?" he asked, not bothered about taking a look at whoever bumped him.

His hair wasn't tied back, so it was able to block the left half of his face, not wanting others to see his eye patch, which was now white in color with a ruby crafted to look like an demonic eye, embedded at the center.

He wondered where the people he considered as friends might have went, it's been so long, since they last met, he sighed at the thought of them confronting the chosen.

"What is your problem anyway?" the assassin asked.

[Jubilee]

"Oh.. uhmm.. uhmm." Truman fumbled, his hand momentarily released Silas's cloak. He made eye-contact with the assassin and he was scared. He turned around quickly to face the other way, but couldn't see Mister Silas anywhere.. his short-sightedness must be very serious.

Naturally, a boy his age panicked. He could still feel the intent gaze on his back and he went rigid.

[Aegis]

"Just apologise," Silas suggested, not reaching for his weapon.

[Shinzar]

The assassin finished his drink and stood up, "Never mind." he said, making his way to the request wall, browsing through the notes.

He noticed something that caught his attention, the name of a man he failed to kill had just appeared on one of the lists, it was during his training days, before he mastered the zero-shift. A skill he invented that would allow him to reach his opponents at light speed.

Now that he thought about it, the last time he used it was during his travels with Darkhound and Glaive. He wanted to pull the note off, indicating that he has accepted the mission, but is it worth the trouble?

[Aegis]

"Look at that...Pretty easygoing. Though, I suppose most mercenaries don't fight unless paid to...Though I'm not exactly one to talk." Silas glanced at the boy, whose name he still did not know. "Interested in him?"

(In commemoration of the anniversary of this sad, tragic day 6 years ago, this topic shall be laid to rest. Apparently.)