Anonymous Note

[*Krayt]

After visiting the Library and leaving a note for the Expansionist to find him at the J&B. luring them to the Armoury was a bit to much a obvious trap yet the link to the plane sealt would serve just as well if things went awry.

He later explained to his companions that obtaining the weapon came secondary to wiping the remnant of this faction from the planes until doomsday yet of course it was not as one thing ruled out the other the weapon of course would serve entropy as long as someone used it but better that the hands that wielded it served destruction as well.

[*Iggwilv]

Mauric is shown to a less than hygienic room at the bottle and jug. The rotting floor boards the peeling wallpaper and the strange things that scuttle around the floor make the place a perfect testimony to the power of Entropy. The trap is set and soon will be sprung.

[*Krayt]

Mauric sat down in the corner of the room his arm prothese hidden close to his body. A empty sleeve dangled from the rags he was wearing. His right arm resten on his rised knee loosly, the other leg flat on the floor.

He enjoyed the brief respite of solitude. Like the safety behind his former mask. Is this what it was like at the dawn and will be again after the last dusk has set? No voices goading, no dreams of achivements sprung from the insanity of Creation. Then he looked to a exeptionally brave or perhaps desperate bug that started to gnaw at the skin exposed at his ankle. If the creation is a wheel hunger is the axis around which it revolves, no being is more or less than that insect stilling the rise of inherited needs. He thought. Letting it eat until he suddenly smashed the creatures side disloating its row of legs on that side while the husk wasn't crushed. Watching it spin around in panic without getting away crippled as it was.

[*Serena]

The small quarrel with the drunken half orc had been providential, allowing Rhistel to enter without needing to wait for another customer; he felt rather at ease slipping under the trolls' watch: being a regular at the Bottle and Jug he was quite sure his smell, as faint as it was, wasn't going to raise suspicions.

Once inside, he moved to one of the far left corners and took some time to examine his surroundings.
There weren't many rooms in there: the privy, the supplies room... only the... "staff lavatory" area could be eligible for a meeting, should they be looking for privacy.
So, after studying the people around trying to notice if he could recognize anyone, he moved his attention to the wooden door leading to the arena.

[*Iggwilv]

As far as he can tell no one sees him, or at least anyone who does pretends not to notice. Opposite the arena door are a number of closed doors, behind which are rooms where some of the tavern's more important guests go to discuss private business. The people he is looking for may be in there.

[*Serena]

He studied the doors, taking note of any movement in or out the rooms of both staff and possible clients.
He had no means to know if they were inside already, he could only hope the Growers hadn't arrived yet, so for now if none of the doors happened to be opened in his presence, the only thing he could do was to exclude the rooms from which too many voices came, or with too noise inside.

He looked at the alley, giving a bored look at the troll guarding the arena, and keeping an eye on whoever may also be there he finally paced toward the closed doors.

[*Krayt]

He waited in the room he had been led into all he had to do was to use his badge when the moment came to strike. Azor and Eloe had full knowledge of just where he was and what he was planning. The plan was to take these men hostage and extort any information to the expansionists hideout so they could be eradicated once and for all. Secondary finding the path to the blade. He knew where the doomguard had escaped the maze. But not how to open it if even possible without the ladys influence he would have the Gatecrasher Ithzalia trudy the spot later. Silently and patiently he waited. He had left an alias with the within the library they should call for him when they was ready to see him. For the purpose of hearing his plea to join then or murderous intent remained to be seen.

[*Iggwilv]

As the two parties wait either side of the door a third group arrives. The man at the fore of them they would recognise. The white haired white robed librarian. With him is a gnome baring a Godsman's badge and a hooded elven man who bares the symbol of one of the hives many gangs. The odd fitting trio stands at the door. The Librarian knocks.

[*Serena]

The arrival of the three caught Rhistel by surprise, but still he decided to go on with his almost inexistent plan.
The old man was with them. Not surprising, now that he focused on it... the only one of the Growers who never left his place. Appropriate.
And he also knew he was going to be there.

Keeping a distance from the three, he waited for the door to be opened.

[*Krayt]

If he was notified. He unclasped the sheated rapier gripped it by the scabbards mid third part and used it as a levler to get up with his one functioning arm.

He would approach the group directly. His cowl haf pulled down over his face but still semi-recognisable.

"I have been waiting."