Grinning devilishly, [color=8493ca][i][b]"You might be dumb if you think you can trust me. But sometimes you need to take a leap of faith."[/b][/i][/color] He gripped her wrist, firm but not overly so, [color=8493ca][i][b]"As for cults, well, the job has nothing to do with the few I know of. Besides, you're not really their type."[/b][/i][/color] He didn't give her any lead up, didn't count to three, with a quick slash, a tight hold on her wrist, he opened up her palm. Shortly after, he slashed his own, and quickly grasped her own, mingling their blood. For a brief moment, Megumi would be able to feel like the blood was rushing in through her wound, while the man kept his grip tight. 

[color=8493ca][i][b]"Alright, you simply need to agree to the following. I need you to run distraction on a very special convoy that will be leaving out in the morning. It will be very heavily guarded, but that isn't a concern for you. I just need the convoy to stop, somewhere along the river, out of sight the village. How you do it is up to you. Your safety is up to you. If you're successful, you'll be healed very shortly thereafter, including any new injuries you acquire, pending severity of course, and maybe a small share. You are to never speak of this with anyone other than me, before, during, or after the job. Oh and feel free to decline, the oath won't harm you if you do. But should you accept, and attempt to cross me, to not do this, well, you won't regret it, there won't be enough time."[/b][/i][/color]

He waited for the woman to accept, knowing that regardless of her response, the magic was in place. She'd feel their mingled blood push into her wound, and would feel a foreign warmth spread through her body. When he let go, there wasn't a drop of blood on either hand, and the wounds were sealed, not even a scar to show they existed. [color=8493ca][i][b]"Convoy leaves the Knights' Barracks and Depot around the sixth stretch. They will have two, maybe three forward scouts, four wagons, heavily armored."[/b][/i][/color]

With that he turned, smiling to himself, as he wondered what she would come up with. And that led him to another idea. As he walked back into the alley, he made sure to step just a bit more firmly, to leave the slightest trace of footprints in the dirt. He'd normally never be so careless, but he had a playful idea he wanted to follow. His path led them through the buildings, stopping at a small shop, one that sold pottery and ceramics. He picked the lock quickly, slipped inside, and could be seen shortly after in the windows on the second floor. Right across from the shop, across the road, was the depot and barracks.