[centre][b]Calais Cousland
Deliar[/b][/centre]

Calais trudged through the streets of Deliar, grimacing as he made his way onto one of the main streets and found that the snow there had been reduced to a deep slippery sludge. He managed to follow the directions he had been given, but still had to ask a passer-by for later directions to reach the Buckle. As Calais turned onto into a alley a few turns from the inn, he came across a familiar face. A young man he knew to be a messenger ran straight towards him with a waving arm. [b]“Praise Irtan! I didn’t think I’d chance upon you here! I was sent out with some messages, one of which I was tasked to bring to you.”[/b] Panted the messenger as he reached his mark and begun foraging through his belongings. 

[b]“Fortunate. Had circumstances not forced me here I imagine you would have spent days, maybe even weeks, looking for me in the wilds.”[/b] Replied Calais, who now carefully looked around to ensure they had no one watching them. Once the messenger finally found and gave him the message he quickly began to read it on the spot. It read: 

[centre][i] I have a rather simple order. I want you to travel towards Deliar and search a few capable men that want to listen to some coin. It seems rumours are starting and I will use it to my advantage. You're ordered to round some group and create some turmoil in the city. Nothing too big, but make the rumours spread faster. I have then a second assignment once you have finished this one.[/centre][/i]

Calais felt a twisting in his chest as he read the contents. He felt unsure of what to do. Whilst he was loyal to Rynir (who he was sure sent the letter) and whilst he had done some unsavoury tasks for him in the past, this really did ask him to do something risky. He was a Ranger, a peacekeeper, and now he was being asked to break the peace and in such a manner that it would be very difficult to avoid some exposure. The letters also lacked any detail or reasoning, which made him even more uncomfortable; the targets he had assassinated could have at least been considered to be bad people or people likely to cause something bad. [b]“What do you think I should do?”[/b] asked Calais.

 The messenger seemed confused by the question, [b]“I- I don’t know. I’m afraid I don’t know what the letter says. Is something wrong?”[/b]

[b]“No.”[/b] Calais smiled. Had the messenger said anything else it would have made it clear that he had read the contents. Walking to the edge of the alley, messenger in-toe, he placed the letter into one of the small braziers that provided extra lighting to the street. As he watched it burn he realised he had little choice than to follow the orders, [b]“The Buckle's not too far from here is it?”[/b]

[b]“No”[/b] chirped the messenger, [b]“I’m actually heading there myself to deliver another letter. You might as well follow me.”[/b] With that the two made their way to the inn, passing a group of guards (one of which looked like he had too much to drink) and an angry mother and daughter along the way. As they entered the establishment however the two split up, with the messenger headed towards the bar, leaving the disguised ranger to take a seat by some rough looking patrons in a corner.