The Baron tossed a rather large leather pouch at Armand.
"There is plenty of work to be done", he said.
Armand had stepped into the Barons office, asking for work, and sure would be be work to do as the Baron replied. The leather pouch was already well filled judging by the share weight. It had to be some kind of advance for the coming mission.
"You will recieve 1,000 crowns for every drow you take care of", the Baron went on. "You will also recieve an additional 1,000 crowns if you would acompany us for the coming war".
There was little moment to think about this, Armand accepted the "drow mission" at once as he tied the leather pouch to his belt. He also made word that should he be in Cove at the time the guards went out to war, he would follow their lead aswell.
The Baron looked pleased and they both took seperate ways.
Armand left Cove that very same moment, and headed for Vesper. Well there he would buy some equipment. Bandages were also needed, one could never have to few of those Armand thought. A few hours had passed now and Armand made his way towards the moongate.
Some few hours later he stood there, outside of the yellow city.
He made haste inside avoiding the larger streets where guards could be seen patroling.
Few drow around, he thought for himself... this is not the way he remembered Trinsic. There would always at least be one group of drow standing about. But not now. The city seemed more calm than ever. Well, almost. A central bridge had apparantly been blowed to pieces and were under repairation.
It would take him a little longer to find one drow, just one lone drow walking the streets with overconfident steps. Armand folded up his scythe and went after.
The drow suddenly stopped, and as if alarmed and knowing the danger, it armed a shield and sword and jumped straight at Armand.
The drow opponent was tough. Every time Armand tried to pass it to gain an offensive advantage, a few well balanced steps from the drow and it was out of range.
The fight went on for several minutes and if nothing would take a turn now, they would most likely just run off in opposite directions.
Armand, who was on the defensive at the moment, took some time to think, and then he launched out another of his own attacks, this time he wielded his scythe in a different way, something the drow was not expecting.
Armand, took a few deep breathes, and then made his way out of Trinsic, back to the moongate. No more fights tonight he thought. Perhaps he was lucky there only were just one drow in Trinsic this time.
But, where had they all gone?
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