Makorin sat upon one of the rooftops in Cascadia. This place had been his home during his childhood. He remembered the first time he stole something from somebody, and grinned. It had even been on the street he was watching right now.

The clouds were dark grey tonight, and rain had been pouring relentlessly all day. Most of the residants of Cascadia had retreated indoors for the day, not fond of the weather. Makorin, on the other hand enjoyed it. It was always somewhat refreshing to feel the cold driplets of water runnign through his hair, and down his face.

Down on the street, some figures in hooded cloaks were entering the building opposite the one Makorin was sitting on. This was what he had been waiting for. He quickly slipped the hood of his cloak over his head, and jumped down onto the street below. He waited by the door of the opposite building, and after a few minutes, he entered, keeping his cloak on. He had entered a bar, where some people had gathered to drink, and have a good time. On a regular night, Makorin might have joined them, but tonight was different. Some Avenites were meeting here to discuss something. Apparently, that something was important, since the hooded figures had booked the private room. Of course, Makorin knew this bar well, and found the door easily. he then sat down in a chair placed near the door, listening closely to the goings on behind the wooden door.

He knew something was up when the lone cloaked figure came in after the Avenites. He sighed, and shook his head. That made his job that much harder. If this one was a contracted as well, he was going to have a serious problem. But not TOO much of a problem. He could beat any man alive with his bare hands. One of the results of his training. No man had EVER bested him in one on one combat. Of course, there was also the gods, but that... well, that was a different story. He respected the gods, because of their power, but it went no further than that. He wouldn't cross them, but he wouldn't follow them either. This one, though. This one might present a bit of a challenge, if it came to a fight between the two of them.

Leaning forward, he tapped out his pipe, the ash going on the floor, and he stood, walking over to sit next to the man. "So. What interest have you in the Avenites?" he asked in a low tone, not even asking if he could sit. He propped his feet up on one of the chairs across from him, and smiled, waiting for an answer.

"So..." said a voice from behidn the door, "We've come here to discuss our lastest obejective...One that, if suceeded, will reward us with great power."
Makorin heard some murmurs of agreement, and then another voice. However, this one was on the opposite side of his table.
"So. What interest have you in the Avenites?" the voice said. It was male.
"Oh!" Makorin said sarcastically, "Please, take a seat! Personally, I have no interest in these..Avenites did you say? Though I have heard fo them in passing..Some sort of thief gang, right?"
He then decided to make this lie more believable.
"Hey! Bartender!" he called, "Bring me a glass of ale, with a hint of wolf blood."
If Makorin was going to fit in, he may as well order one of his favourites. In two minutes, the bartender walked over with a full glass of ale. There was a bit of a red tinge to it, which meant that the wolf blood had been added, and mixed thoroughly. Good.
"Now.." he said to the stranger, "If you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you left. I was planning on having a nice drink alone tonight."
He then turned hsi attention back to the Avenites in the other room.
"So.." said a voice other than the one he heard earlier, "You're sure that the blade you speak of is the one that will summon Arvion?"
"Yes..." said the voice from before, "Quite sure...And with Arvion, we can conquer not just Imythess and Dravinox, but anywhere else in this world that we choose!"

"Wel, well..." Makorin thought, "I guess interfering with this plan will pay off more than I first thought..."