Darim-24 years old- Shadir's home

"We just may be in luck then." He smiled pulling the medium sized green bottle from his pocket. "It's a sleeping agent, a single drop will make a grown man pass out in a few moments." He informed before placing the bottle on the table for the others to examine. "As for the passage Atara and I are the smallest we could the bottom passages and secure Malik while you guys clear the top, because let's face it if you guys won't fit in the passage he won't as well. We could meet in the middle and escape through the front door."

Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: his home

"Both are reasonable tatics. No one has to die this way. Right then as soon as we get back we use the storm to cover us while we ride off for Acer. Sound reasonable to everyone?" Again he found himself looking about at the faces of everyone. They would all have to be introduced to each other as well, there would be no secrets about the group save for those even there holder has forgotten. It felt strange to be the leader of such a group, seeing that by rank he wasn't the highest there. Lela's mentor took that light yet the young man made no move to over throw him. Dagon as well made no move to lead though it was to be expected. He had never been one to speak up or stand out. In reality they were all just blades in the crowd.

She smiled at the child before taking his offer folding the smallest of items from where she sat on the side of the bed. "It's very kind of you to offer to help Mot. Normally Lela does it but I believe she is still sleeping. She had a big day today as did the other childern. As for my day it mainly involved sitting about and resting. Don't tell Shadir but I think the baby is nearly ready to see the world. I can't wait to meet it. I have a strange suspicion that this one may be a baby boy." She placed a hand upon her stomach and rubbed it. "How is your mother Mot? I heard she was still sick last time I check, any changes?"

Mot Hajjar - 12(m) - Shadirs home
He just smiled at her while listening as he folded the laundry. "Mom ... is ... not well." he answered with a anxious look on his face. "Remember her last mission about one year ago?" he asked. She had come back a little over one year ago from a mission that had done something to her. As he grabbed a sheet he found it beeing to loong for him to not have it drag in the floor. So with two swift movements he was hanging from a beam with his knees as he folded the fabric neatly. It was clear he had been doing this many times, even upside down. Once the fabric was folded as it should he just let go with his leg, landing softly on the floor. The small, brownhaired boy put down the sheet on the bed before taking up the next thing in the laundry basket, folding it as if he had done nothing weird at all.



Atara - 22(f) - Shadirs home

She looked to the young mentor and then the bottle before listenng carefully to what was said. In all honesty she was more curious as to where he had found such a potion rather than anything else for the moment, its not easy to find at all. Atleast she havnt found a easy way to get her hands on them. She listend to the ideas before nodding. "Sounds fine by me" she added calmly while studying the maps a bit. "Should I leave Algol behind?" she asked. When working along she brought the brightblue lighrah along with her to compensate for the lack of eaglevision but as it was now she had 3 capable assasins to cover that spot. Pluss the animal had strength that she often used than strength was needed over her wits. The massive blue lighra is indded playfull at times but on a mission she do behave imaculatly. over the years the two of them have begun to think as a single person while out on missions to be honest. But if in a group the animal could prove more of a hindrance than a asset.



Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - shadirs Home

Sounds good to me" he nodded while looking at Shadir and then the others. He himself dont lead much, he is content to following, graned when it comes to pure tracking he tends to lead. He couldnt help but get a faint smile on his lips as he rememberd a huntingtripp with Mot, he had tracked Nytes in the mountains on pure rocks just because the boy wanted to see atleast one. Over all it had taken him roughly half a day but he had found them by following small for others, even most top teir assasins invissible traces. But the smile Mot had been beaming with as they found the animals, it was something he would do thousand times over! He sees himself as a capable leader, but he lacks the drive to lead unless its really needed of him. He simply prefers to lend his strength and suport to those he deems to need and earn it. All in all he can be called a simple man. What he needs to be happy is really just his family. What he needs to survive is a knife and a axe, with that he can make the rest and thrive in due time. He closed his eyes one moment, his face getting a somewhat saddend face before he smiled again and looked up. Well his mind is all set and focused now so its just to get to work, right?

Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: his home

"No she should come with us, right after this is done then we leave. Which leads me to my next statement, we will need an escape plan. If we can't get to Malik then kill all whom stands in the way. If that fails we split and meet at the stables. I know it's dangerous in a storm like this but we have no other choice." The man stood straight then and rolled the maps up slipping them into his cloak with him. "As soon as we are done we leave for Acer. The horses should all be ready for us if the stable hand is doing his job right, after all we were to leave in the morning for Acer anyways." Once more he looked to all of them. "I guess we need introductions as well. Shadir." He nodded to them all waiting to learn their names, save for Dagon whom he already knew.

"I'm terribly sorry to hear that. I do recall her coming back different yes, but I never thought it would do this to her." She said watching him with a kind smile. "Tell you what, when this storm blows over and I take you home why don't me and you both head over to your house and help the girls out a bit around the house? Sound fair?"

Darim-24 years old-Shadir's home

"Darim." He reframed from stating his last name in case they made a connection to him and his father. True they were working to find the man but right now it was better not to tell in case of easedropping. That was unlikely yes but still one had to be careful. "As you know I'm Lela's mentor."

Mot Hajjar - 12(m) - Shadirs home
He looked at her and smiled a bit. "Sounds fun, and i think mom would apreciate a other adult other than dad to talk to" he said noddingly. "But im not sure its good for you, she have been caughing since the last mission so i dont think its good if you caught it." he pointed out. Not really thinking about that if it was contaigous he and the rest of the family should alsoe have it. He just didnt want her to get sick so close to the due date. Mom and dad had always stressed how dangerous that could be. So for him it didnt seem good to bring her along home.



Atara - 22(f) - Shadirs home

She nodded to show that she heard them. "Atara." she said before nodding at the brightblue animal resting by the door. "Thats Algol" she added calmly. As the lioness heard her name the blue head was raised and looked at the group of assains. But as no other comand was given she let it rest on the ground again.



Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - shadirs Home

He waited untill it was only him left to introduce himself. "I am Dagon Hajjar." he said in a bit more formal greeting while nodding at the group. A sound from upstairs made him glance at the roof. Did mot bother Alhena or what was the litle dimwit doing?

Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: his home

"It's good to know each of you, even if it isn't on a personal level." The man said picking up the green bottle to examine it. "I guess we should prepare to leave then, Darim you can start by gathering up some supplies for the journey. There is a pack of food already in the kitchen, though I haven't a clue what has been packed in as of late. Atara you can help by getting the sheets ready for the horses. They will have to have their faces covered so they wont die in the storm. Dagon I will need your help getting the arrows and knives ready for our attack later. Understood? Good, now lets get to work, we dont have long." He hardly waited for their response as he uncorked the bottle. It had a foul smell to it, like a strong almost urine smell to it. Whomever made it had his condolences. Just a smell of the stuff made him want to close his eyes, just think what it would do when you were shot with it! Well then, they really need to be careful. Four assassins was hard enough to work with, and if one of them cut themselves on an arrow with this stuff on it? It would be lights out for who knows how long!

"She's been sick far too long for it to be a bother now, there's not much chance that I would catch it. Besides I've never really gotten sick other than in the mornings with the babies." The woman smiled at his thought in the well being, How sweet. "If it would make you feel any better I could wear something over my face to prevent breathing in the same air as her."

Darim-24 years old-Shadir's home

He nodded in understanding before making his way to the kitchen. There wasn't much there to be honest but the bag that they were taking seemed full enough. Heaving some he lifted it from the floor. Sure it was quite the ride to Acer but did they really need that much food? Would it not just slow them down to have to try and carry it? Possibly they could get their own little bag, that way if the bigger one gets wet then not all the food would be lost? "If any one has an empty pouch, pocket, satchel and wouldn't mind handing it over, that would be great." He said as he stared at the bag trying to figure out how to divide it up.

Mot Hajjar - 12(m) - Shadirs home
He looked at her and slowly nodded. "Well it would feel better" he admitted while lookign at the woman. "Have you two been discussing any names?" he asked as he folded the last piece of the laundry. Once done he looked around the place trying to find where he should place them but found himself unable to. So ... how should he do this? "Eum ... where should I put them?" he asked.



Atara - 22(f) - Shadirs home

She simply just nodded. Without a single word she got to work. "I can get a few from my place Darim, Everything I have on me is filled with needles or throwingknives" she explained while hurling a bit from the stench of the bottle that Shadir opend. "For crying out loud close the bottle or let me dip my needles in it already" she mutterd while waving her hand a bit before her nose in a atempt to scatter the stench that spread. With that said she put down several ouches that contained both needles and throwingknives. Despite her putting seven of them on the table it wasnt all of them, she still had several on her. And a larger blade just in case she did actually get into a close up combat. However if it does come to that she is more often than not, screwed!



Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - shadirs Home

He looked at him and nodded before starting to prepare the weapons he and Shadir would use. "When did you tend to this one last time?" he asked holding one of shadirs knives. It was dull and had a ship in its blade. What the hell was the man doing with his gear?! When he heard Darims question he pointed to the bag at the door. "The bag i carried Lelas gifts in can be made into several with a few uses of a knife and some string" he pointed out.

Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: his home

With that she stood, again rubbing her growing stomach as she smiled at him. "Don't worry about that alright? I'll take care of that." Before he could protest she took the clothes and briskly walked them over to the nightstand to put them away. Huffing a bit after bending over to stow them away she turned back to him. "Well seeing that the storm is till raging on outside why don't we find you a place to sleep here? There's a cot in Lela's room if you want to use it." She offered to him.

At first he glared at the woman as she wasn't yet doing her job. If the horses' didn't have their faces covered then they would suffocate in the storm. Had she forgotten perhaps? It was unlikely, distracted though yes. After letting her do her own weapons he looked at her again as she answered Darim's question. "No there is no time for us to get there and back, even if the sotrm hadn't have came like it did. We will have to make due with what we have here." Then Dagon spoke. From afar he studied the knife. It was the one with the green band on the hilt, that had been the one he had used to defend himself in his last mission. That had been a time! Something had went wrong while he was assassinating his target thus the alarm bell tolled. Most of the guards attacked him while he tried to get back to the bureau, meaning he had to defend himself against most of them while he tried to get back. The knife was one of the only weapons he still had after the affair. His sword had been thrown from him, all the throwing knives he had were used, and the blade on his wrist was dulled from parrying attacks. The knife had more importance than it seemed. "I forgot to check that one when sharping the others." He said with a slight smile. "I'll take care of it after we get out from the town, there's a certain way you have to sharpen it."

Darim-24 years old-Shadir's home

At the responses he nodded and briskly emptied the back of gift on the kitchen counter. "That should be good enough as it is, I just dont want the all the supplies getting wet if we have to ditch something in a hurry." He answered before repacking the supplies away in the other bag. "There, that should do for the time being. So what's next? Atara do you need help?"

Mot Hajjar - 12(m) - Shadirs home
"If the storm dont ease up that woud be nice but if it eases even a little bit Id like to try to get home. Mome is alone and Im kinda worried something might happen." he explained while keeping an eye on her. She got tired from just doing that? Should he really get going then? Wouldnt mom be happier if he helped her out instead? This got really confusing all of a sudden to be honest. He wanted to go home to mom, make sure that his mom was okej. But here, right infront of him was someone that clearly needed his help as well. Pluss, mom always stressed that he should help others if he can. So maby he should stay here and keep an eye on her instead? A bit embarassed over not thinking about the woman he cleared his throat. "Can I go down and take some water?" he mumbled, looking down at his feet.



Atara - 22(f) - Shadirs home

When the bottle was given to her she took it and carefully prepped her needles and knives before closing it and putting the pouches on her body again. With that done she took out a fabric from the small backpack she always had with her. It have some fabric and other stuffs that usefull to have. Its so small that its not in the way and is fitting in nicely. But then again, girls have a few extra needs that needs tending to compared to men. So they generly speaking the female assassins have one or two extra pouches or bags with them just with the essentials. Fabric, being one of them. After folding the fabrics a few time she cut it with a dagger, not really what its meant to but hey, it works! After the fabric was cut she stitched two layers togeather with a needle and thread from her pouch After looking over the ^hoods^ that the horses would have over their mouths and nostrils to make sure they were up to par she nodded aprovingly. Beeing single she have learned to sew quickly yet sturdy since she cant ask anyone for help with it. Well she can but she would prefer not to. So in time she picked up on it. "Thanks for offering but im done." she said putting the mask on the table.



Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - shadirs Home

He looked at him, watching his reaction before nodding. He put the blade back in its holder and pput the dagger to the side before prepping and looking over the other daggers and arrows carefully while prepping what was needed.

Alhena~

She smiled at him. "You want to listen don't you?" She asked. A mother knew that no matter what a child would find a way to listen in on something they knew they weren't allowed to. Lela did it all the time when her and Shadir spoke in private though they knew better than to say anything she didn't need to here even in private anymore. "If your quite you can probably hear them from up here.

Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: his home

"Right then everything ready?" He asked again looking about at everything. All they needed now was Malik and the horses to get out of there safely. The ride to Acer would take a good take a good six days if they were lenient on the horses. That's 50 miles a day (or 80 km) with very short breaks. Hopefully they would be able to make it, otherwise it was all hopeless. That should give them about 4-5 days to get a good head start before anyone found out that it was them. They could do that right?

Mot Hajjar - 12(m) - Shadirs home
He honestly got upset at what she said. She had honestly said that?! "NO!" he said in a upset and high tone. He acts mature most times but in the end he is only 12 years old and can act such at times. Right now was such a time that he was acting like a child. He had learned long ago not to listen on things that wasnt for him to hear so he didnt do that kind of things.



Atara - 22(f) - Shadirs home

She nodded and looked down at Algol that stood by her side, putting her nose in her hand. With a smile she bend her legs, hugging the lioness before stroking her over the head. The massive lightblue animal started purring and strok its head against hers.



Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - shadirs Home

He was anout to nod in agreement when he heard his son from upstairs. he couldnt hear what he said but he was clearly upset. "Il just hide ouer last tracks, you guys can go ahead and il catch up" he promissed calmly. Mot would just get anxious if he didnt say anything to him and that would just let others onto him so it was best if he atleast talked to his son. With that said he stood up and walked to the stairs and up them. Once at the door he knocked on the doorframe, looking in at the upset Mot and surprisingly calm Alhena.