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On a quiet street, in the middle of Holdine city there is a large house. It barely stands upright but late at night, candlelight can be seen through the windows. But no one dares to report the sight for fear of repercussions. Many people go in but none leave till dawn. What is going on is the story that people tell their children to get them to behave. What is truth....who knows.

With tensions running so high in the house perhaps the knock on the door was amazingly surprising. Who on earth could that be?

The answer wouldn't be made any more clear by looking at the man waiting outside. He wore a black vest with gold trim and a bizarre high collar. Under it a white button up shirt, sleeves rolled and top button undone in quite a casual manor. Strangely enough it still looked like he had long sleeves. If one was to look closely his arms were covered in a layer of medical gauss down to his wrists.
His dark hair was pushed back, with a few tendrils poking down to frame his forehead.

And he just stood there, with a large bag in hand. Waiting and grinning.

He tilted his head slightly to the side as he examined the woman that answered the door.

"Mmmm... Yes you probably can." He took a half step forward and continued his inspection uncomforably close, "I'm looking for a certian group that resides here. You could say I'm, hrm, let's say an envoy of an orginization. An orginization that supports right sort of changes."

From this close you could see even more strange things about him. The way he moved was either too eratic or too fluid. And his iris were pused right to their edges, his eyes were mostly pupil it seemed.

"Now I know you're worried about security and all. But every officer in he area is dealing with the parade, my orgnization saw this as a good opertunity to meet with your people." The bag snapped open, "And if that's not enough I know the password: 'Bag filled with money of untraceable origin.'"

He snapped the bag shut once more. He had at least one of the groups atention.

"Pleasure I'm sure." He had a better look at the room now and was taking full advantage of it. Dispire his dazed appearance he was rather atentive.

"I'm sure you understand these are dangerous times." He was speaking at the large man infront of him, but perhaps it was directed more at "Nikki".

"I want to make sure you're intrested in the same sort of change I am. Perhaps we should participate in an over-euphamistic conversation to prove our intents?"

Trailing behind the two with an opiated gait, the stranger sat comfortably down on a chair facing "Nikki". An elbow went on the arm of the chair, and a cheek was soon rested in a palm. Sure was business like.

"Mmmyes, so." He picked up his host's sentence without missing a beat, "I said I was representing a group, correct? Well, they have more than their fair share of problems with this regime. Much like the people of the Strane region they fell a tad... oppressed."

His strange way of speaking was disarming to say the least. Smoothly sliding from one stretched out syllable to a complete pause for thought. Who was this?

"That being said, they wish to remain nameless in these times." He looked almost bored. Like he just had to look at the two and think of a thousand different things he would rather be doing. Perhaps with others, perhaps with them. Perhaps to others, perhaps to them.

That was an interesting thought. He eyed Beaurgard and then Liza before giving a quick grin and continuing.

"Trying times, secrets need to be kept. But, as a gesture of good faith," With a kick of his boot the bag slid over to Beaurgard's feet, "My friends have prepared a little... funding... for your escapades. Until we get a bit more comfortable with each other. Have some real fun."

"There's always one isn't there?" He practically rolled in his chair.

"The money is a good will gesture. I said that didn't I?" A mocking pause as the words dripped off his lips, "I forget sometimes."

"But, continued co-operation will be a bit more mutually beneficial. For one, both our groups oppose the empire. Different reasons I'm sure, but common goal."

He examined 'Nikki's face.

"But I'm sure you don't entirely buy that, do you? I'm better off giving you some self centred reason, than trying to play the heroic messenger swooping in to arm the rebels?" He grinned, "We want information most of all. Our numbers are small, but elite. We don't have the man power to investigate compounds... like the one just outside this city..."

"And let me assure you. Our cause is absolutely dependant on knowing what they know."

He watched the exchange as Liza exited the room. Ah, youth enamoured. So sweet, so caring, so weak. Now what he would do was...

"You know... It must be interesting to be the level headed one in this group." His elbows were on his knees now, and he was leaning forward with his chin cradled in hand.

"But I understand your point. Goodwill money has that unfortunate tie to a promise yet to be made. Then how about we do this the good old fashioned way? Where I make a purchase of information of questionable origin with my money of questionable origin."

"Mind you, what you have may not be worth the whole bag." He sat straight up now and looked Beaurgard in the eyes, "What do you have to offer? Officer gossip, maybe a strange rumour? Or reported plans to make a sudden raid at so and so a place."

"Maybe you have something actually useful, like records or such things."

"Ever so useful." The strange had settled into a reclining position.

"Especialy shipping records. Because what's a battle without the supplies?" He was looking around the room now. It was less interesting with the girl gone, pretty thing really. Now the stranger had no problem with hansome men, they could dress a room just as effectivly.

But this "Nikky" had probably drawn that little ting in with his power. Or maybe the adventure of being part of a rebelion.

Who knows?