A'trus raised his left eyebrow at Chalahko. He made no effort to stop the Flame and his action, but A'trus found it rather peculiar. The make miqo'te was not accustomed to trophies being taken from successful hunts but a vial of blood was a unique choice.
Once Chalahko was done, A'trus turned and began to slow march back to Ul'dah with Chalahko and the five men ehi had helped him track Titor down. A'trus said nothing as they followed the winding road that drew them closer to Ul'dah. His had retreated into the privacy of his own thoughts and was considering his next move.Â
There were several. At some point, Brick would return withAlexei Volkov. Although not a target, A'trus was eager to pick the former Red Wings mind and see if he sympathized with his former unit.
Of course then there was still no word from his scouts in Limsa or Gridania yet but he hoped he would hear something soon. Rumors stated Limsa was a common retreat for several of the Red Wings due to their background. But due to international laws, A'trus needed concrete evidence before he could operate there.
Gridiania and the frozen north lands were more of a crap shoot and A'trus had not focused as heavily on those regions.
It was going to be a long hunt. But two already was an excellent sign. Â At thus rate he might have them before the end if the next year.
A'trus smiled at that. A chance to rest. A few months leave. He had been planning on taking it before this mission had been given to him. The leuitenant needed a break, to visit his actual house and to okay his respects to his wife's grave. It had been four years since her passing. And he had kept his promise to her as best he could. He had not voluntarily killed a single soul by his hand in those four years.Â
A'trus swallowed and gave a sad smile as he recalled his wife's last words and her tender expression. That promise had changed the way the Black chains operated and had sent every bullet into his targets' knees. Rungee liked to joke that if A'trus' nickname wasn't already Loft, Kneecapper would have stuck.
The small band entered the city and A'trus excused himself from his men and Chalahko, informing them that if they needed him, his would be in his private quarters inside Flame Hall. Â The leuitenant then departed and made his way without ceremony to his small room. After a few minutes of bringing hot water to his tub, the miqo'te placed his rifle one his bed, disrobed and then slipped into the warm water. His eyes looked around the small, sparsely populated room and then closed his eyes to relax and clear his mind.
The Cell
Kresha gave kahn'a a sinister looked and clutched the cheese grater tightly as she stepped forward.
"You keep changing your excuses and stories. I think I need to make you relize just how serious I am. You claim.you didn't know how this city worked? Yet you are a leuitenant? My leuitenant was also a hunter Mr. Od'hilkas but he knows how the city works. Either you are lying or your captain is a fool for promoting you."
Kresha's hand snaked out and the harshly scratched Kahn'a left check with the metal tool. One of the other men stepped forward and seized kahn's hair and jerked the head back, a towel dangling in the air.
"Last chance Mr. Od'hilkas. Get your story right and convince me or I will.drown you three times after I carve off some more skin."
Titor's Cell
Titor would have sat in silence for a long time before the door opened and three hyurs entered.
One held a towel, the second two buckets and the third a book and and a quill. The man with the writing material opened it and smiled politely.
"Mr. Titor. I am Alec. Secritary of this location. I have been sent because I am informed you are far more civil and willing to discuss matters than the other. Our commanding officer requested we begin by conversation and avoid having our artist use her more 'painful' methods for drawing out information."
Alec pulled out a water skin.
"Before we begin, would you are for some.red wine to soothe your tongue? We have much to discuss."
Once Chalahko was done, A'trus turned and began to slow march back to Ul'dah with Chalahko and the five men ehi had helped him track Titor down. A'trus said nothing as they followed the winding road that drew them closer to Ul'dah. His had retreated into the privacy of his own thoughts and was considering his next move.Â
There were several. At some point, Brick would return withAlexei Volkov. Although not a target, A'trus was eager to pick the former Red Wings mind and see if he sympathized with his former unit.
Of course then there was still no word from his scouts in Limsa or Gridania yet but he hoped he would hear something soon. Rumors stated Limsa was a common retreat for several of the Red Wings due to their background. But due to international laws, A'trus needed concrete evidence before he could operate there.
Gridiania and the frozen north lands were more of a crap shoot and A'trus had not focused as heavily on those regions.
It was going to be a long hunt. But two already was an excellent sign. Â At thus rate he might have them before the end if the next year.
A'trus smiled at that. A chance to rest. A few months leave. He had been planning on taking it before this mission had been given to him. The leuitenant needed a break, to visit his actual house and to okay his respects to his wife's grave. It had been four years since her passing. And he had kept his promise to her as best he could. He had not voluntarily killed a single soul by his hand in those four years.Â
A'trus swallowed and gave a sad smile as he recalled his wife's last words and her tender expression. That promise had changed the way the Black chains operated and had sent every bullet into his targets' knees. Rungee liked to joke that if A'trus' nickname wasn't already Loft, Kneecapper would have stuck.
The small band entered the city and A'trus excused himself from his men and Chalahko, informing them that if they needed him, his would be in his private quarters inside Flame Hall. Â The leuitenant then departed and made his way without ceremony to his small room. After a few minutes of bringing hot water to his tub, the miqo'te placed his rifle one his bed, disrobed and then slipped into the warm water. His eyes looked around the small, sparsely populated room and then closed his eyes to relax and clear his mind.
The Cell
Kresha gave kahn'a a sinister looked and clutched the cheese grater tightly as she stepped forward.
"You keep changing your excuses and stories. I think I need to make you relize just how serious I am. You claim.you didn't know how this city worked? Yet you are a leuitenant? My leuitenant was also a hunter Mr. Od'hilkas but he knows how the city works. Either you are lying or your captain is a fool for promoting you."
Kresha's hand snaked out and the harshly scratched Kahn'a left check with the metal tool. One of the other men stepped forward and seized kahn's hair and jerked the head back, a towel dangling in the air.
"Last chance Mr. Od'hilkas. Get your story right and convince me or I will.drown you three times after I carve off some more skin."
Titor's Cell
Titor would have sat in silence for a long time before the door opened and three hyurs entered.
One held a towel, the second two buckets and the third a book and and a quill. The man with the writing material opened it and smiled politely.
"Mr. Titor. I am Alec. Secritary of this location. I have been sent because I am informed you are far more civil and willing to discuss matters than the other. Our commanding officer requested we begin by conversation and avoid having our artist use her more 'painful' methods for drawing out information."
Alec pulled out a water skin.
"Before we begin, would you are for some.red wine to soothe your tongue? We have much to discuss."
