Storm sighed. She was sitting on the water front of Watertown watching the boats enter and leave port. She was bored beyond belief but she stayed there because she didn't want to go to the guild hall just yet.

Calli walked along the sea line just outside of Crimson Red. She had just finished packing up some travelling provisions, as she head quite a long trek ahead of her. Calli had met with the guild leader of Resins Afell earlier that day and her current mission for the guild was to go spy on the going on's of the Underground guild in the far off land of Watertown. With a serious hatred and avoidance of water, Calli carefully reached out and tugged the small boat closer to the shore so that she could simply step into it. It was much shorter to travel to Watertown by sea than by land, so Calli chose to suck it up and sail for the sake of her mission.

The Underground was known to be a place for all of the outcasts, all except, of course, the Casters. No one would look twice at a Flame who wandered in, searching for a place to fit in after the tragic loss of her twin and parents. No one would suspect that she had close ties with the Casters. Calli was the perfect spy, in theory. With that thought, Calli quickly hopped into the boat and sailed off into the midday sun. Destination? Watertown. The water seemed to boil slightly around her as she sailed off.

Von panted as he slid to a stop." Where's the closest town?" He said, hearing a loud squeal . The elf had his his self and some tick bushes and glanced at the large ruby he had taken from the temple. " sorry monster bird, but need to study this ruby.." He glanced and didn't see the monster bird with arms. He thought the cost was cleared so he got out his hiding spot. However, the bird was waiting for him all this time

Dirk strode through the streets of watertown, a swagger to his step, a joy to his face and jolly to his appearance. For someone that worked for the underground he sure seemed happy. Thought his clan was dead he lived to the fullest, and he helped others do the same. He was hopping to help someone today, he was to meet with an elf that needed help getting a home and the dwarf was happy to help. Dirk, being the drinker he was decided to meet the man at a pub, he planned on paying for the drinks of course, he may be a drunk but he was still a gentlemen.

MEAN WHILE

Constantine wandered through the remains of the small village he had crush, there use warriors did nothing, and it wasn't protected by any real guards. He sighed as a man attempted to run away, only to be kicked hard in the the back of his foot, the screams of pain as the peasant dropped showed he hit the Achilles tendon, it was more obvious after the muscles in the calf began to tighten expand rapidly. "you know your just no fun, none of you, no back bone, no guts, no balls, maybe if one of you half wits grew a pair and managed to fight back I would try to be merciful" the caster said pushing his foot deep into the man's side. It was true he had not seen a challenge in a long time, and he was merely killing time, and killing others. Finally disposing of the pleading town's man with a quick kick to the throat, Constantine walked away, as if it was something he did on a normal basis.

Elliot strode through the paths and roads of Arrowi City, looking left and right every step. He awaited to see something, anything moderately suspicious, but he couldn't see anything at all. Elliot loosened up and looked around the city. It looked generally nice, but everything and one had to look out in his book. But, that was just his book, and no illustrator could make it clear enough to see... whatever that means. He took a stroll looking at the city, before dashing outside the city to look for anything.

Eleanor set her mug down on the table, audibly gulping the last drops of bittersweet ale in her mouth. She had developed a particular fondness for the drink ever since she had first been allowed to try it about a year and a half ago with a group of bounty hunters from Underground. She had gotten to know Aiden (cough, eye-den) and K'aiq (ahem, kye-eek) better there, after the three of them had been assigned as a group together. It had been at this very table that they clinked mugs and swore to stay as a group as long as they remained a part of Underground. Those promises still rang true to this day, although Aiden and K'aiq were both sent on solo missions while Eleanor was told to remain stationed in Watertown for further notice.

The Tender's Brew was a rather popular tavern in Watertown, constantly teeming with gamblers, drinkers and storytellers all at once. Eleanor didn't consider herself a drinker, but she was far from being a gambler or a storyteller. She much preferred watching over participating, as she did now.

Callida reached Watertown by sea in half a days time. The sun was setting as she nudged her boat as close to the shoreline as she could get it. Taking care to avoid touching the awful water, Calli hopped onto the dry earth and let out a relieved sigh. Her muscles tired of rowing and her mouth was sandpaper dry with thirst. Calli's fiery orange eyes scanned through the treeline and into the quaint little area of Watertown. A sign that read "The Tender's Brew" swayed in the evening breeze and the lights showed that people were abuzz in the establishment. Calli took a few moments to secure her small sailing vessel to a tree with ropes before heading to the tavern. A few drinks would freshen her up and maybe she could spend some time getting to know the locals before infiltrating The Underground.