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Like a giant metallic snake the fmaed Lightning Rail wound it's way around hills and through towers, aggressively hissing as sparks of lightning arched from the tracks and across the front of the train in what could've been mistaken as blue fire. From the western windows one could already see it in the distance, the massive towers of Sharn - City of Towers - rising up from the surrounding city like mushrooms piercing a ticket of dead yellowed leaves. It was a windy early authumn, thick clouds lay like a blanket over the city, gliding calmly across the highest tower tops, conceiling where those massive things ended... if they even did.

It was calm in the public second class cabin the shifter was seated in. The neat rows of chairs had something charming and were filled with men and women, talking, reading books or newspapers or simply enjoying the nice view as they all enjoyed their journey. Seated next to Vermin was a young man who seemed to have nothing better to do than scratch his ankles, he'd been scratching them on or off for the better part of their journey and as they sat he went down for a new round of scratching.

"One hour until arrival." A halfling in a nice uniform announced as he paraded down the line again, as he had done an hour before, and the hour before that. as the sliding door of their cabin closed after the halfling something finally broke the monotony. Everything went dark as they passed through a tunnel... Normally small oil lamps fixed on the ceiling lighted up whenever it got dark but they didn't this time. It was common enough in these trains that people only grumbled a bit, most didn't even react and it took only half a minute before the train was past the tunnel. As sunlight filled the cabin and Vermin looked down he found a small note in his hand. "Private Room 306" Time for the meeting.

For once, Vermin did not appear like a homeless man. His bushy beard was neatly trimmed, his hair washed and tied into a professional looking ponytail. Instead of a backpack, the Shifter carried a leather bound trunk. After he had managed to sneak aboard the train, it wasn't difficult to convince the conductor that he was a servant of one Half-Elf called Lord Worven. Whether this person was actually on the train, Vermin did not know. It was the only flaw in his plan, but so far the risk seemed to have paid off. He sat next to the man whom he expected he gave ankle fleas and did not read, nor look outside too often. He looked in front of him in silence, waiting for a sign.

Once the darkness passed him by, he received his sign and got up immediately."Pray forgive me, sir. I must use the restroom." Vermin spoke in a posh accent fit for any noble servant as he made his way past the scratchy man for room 306.

Within the same train the train, a figure covered in expensive silks and linens walks between the rows of seats. It wears a finely carved alabaster mask, displaying the exaggeratedly jubilant face of a hedonist or medieval noble, and makes its way to room 306 as well. One of his hands hides in a pocket; the other, fingers covered in expensive-looking rings, rests behind his back. Perfect posture, if slightly mocking and false in its movements.

Vermin and Mask found the way to Room 306 clear and most people too occupied with their own affairs to pay them much mind. They got to the room quickly finding the sliding door already partly open and before they could even think of knocking or going in a droning voice from the room called. "Come in, leave the door open if you will..."

Inside they found a small room, almost like a miniature cabin what with the various chairs lining the wall albeit with the odd addition of a large mahogany desk with a stately elf sat behind it. The elf looked like a proper sort, wearing a nice grey shirt with elegantly stitched cuffs and her black hair gathered in a bun. "Tell me your names and then take a seat..." The woman said in her droning voice, looking at her guests with icy blue eyes.

AS Vermin approached the door, he only gave a quick glance at Mask. A quick glance was all he needed to examine the shrouded figure. His judgement was unclear. One should not be judged until seen in action, so Vermin didn't think much of him. He simply entered the room and left the door open for Mask.

"I am Vermin. Yours to command until I return to the filth." Vermin stated in almost as much a droning voice as the Elf before he took a seat on the rather expensive looking chair.

"And I am the Jubilant King, through birth glorious and through acts pitiable.", the masked man says with a flamboyant bow, before taking his seat next to Vermin. His energy and exuberance contrast deeply with the more subdued behaviors of the other two, but he does not show any intent to tone it down; if anything, his mannerisms become even more exaggerated when he enters the room.

Then they waited in silence, or at least the elf behind the desk said nothing and would answer any question with "Not now." Until the door of the cabin closed, followed by five knocks.

"Only two?" The elf began, looking over her guests... "Vermin and the Jubilant King it is? Very well..." She pulled open a drawer on the desk and pulled out a stack of papers, she stacked them and tapped them on the desk a few times so they were exactly on top of each other before placing them down on the desk and pulling one piece from it. Then the lady started talking in a droning matter-of-fact voice that any paper-pusher might take on when talking about business. "You have been contacted by the House for a job, a lucrative one provided you succeed." Her eyes rose from the document to the two assassins. "Your last one if you do not succeed. Has that been properly relayed to you by the contact that got you into this room?"

Vermin remained quiet and did not pay any heed to what was sure to become his companion. He never really did get annoyed easily, no matter how strange or unfitting the other person's mannerisms. He simply nodded at the Elf's question."Any job can be your last one. I am well aware of the consequences." Vermin spoke solemnly.