Hello Stranga': Malefactor Quest

[Retane]

Retane looked on at the merchant for a few moments. The rogue had cool calm collected eyes as he produced a black belt, a piece of paper with writing on it attached to a small map, and lastly a small manila envelope labeled in red letters, 'Classified'.

The Namekain looked at the three objects ,for a few moments. His eyes furrowed for a few moments and he fingered the paper attached to the map. He glanced over the words for a few moments, and looked back up the merchant, "So this is located in The Tangled Green, is unoccupied and will be mine?"

"Aye, all that it takes is for your signature", The merchant nodded as he spoke.

Retane moved his hand towards the folder, "And this? This is suppose to be?"

The rogue placed his hand on it and fingered at it's edge for a few moments. "You wanted the power. This is whats remained of the pages from a document that was published in a book. A few people mentioned in these pages still live below. This is pure intelligence."

The Namekian paused for a few moments, "So you want to sell me the deeds to a base I have never seen, a supply belt, and some information is that it?"

"Not, quite. " The Vagabond paused for a few moments s his eyes twinkled a bit. "I offer you the belt now and the deed for a price, but you only make payment if you come back alive and make proof that you have acquired the power."

Retane thought it over for a few moments. Power was power. He wanted power. He desired power. The Horsemen needed someone with power to lead them. So, to lead them he needed to gain power. "I'll accept it, only if you can throw in two cloaks like yours."

"Deal", The Merchant produced two hooded cloaks and two purple bandannas, both seemingly able to fit each individual. "On the signing of this handshake you will show back here with proof that you have acquired the power and are still alive and will be assured that you have the headquarters as explained. That means you have to meet with me again and show me proof. To do that all you need to do is think about me while having one of the purple bandannas knotted about yourself."

Retane accepted the rogues hand, and felt himself drained a bit. It was the omnilium, he knew telepathically from the merchants thoguhts as he judged him openly in his head. Retane almost felt proud that the merchant had found him so skilled. In monetary evaluation. Still the Namek knew he had to get stronger.

He took a few moments to glance back at Arith who was looking at a light that was blinking and about to fail. He pocketed the second bandanna and threw the robe towards the Lythian with a ,'Here, Put this on'. The Nemakian took the belt and use a capsule to pocket the deed. He also took the time to wrap his own bandanna on his left upper arm outside of the cloak he had just thrown on.

"So if I think of you now, you'll appear?" Retane was wondering about it all.

"Aye", The merchant answered. "But I don't see me appearing past Tier 5. I only have so much protection, and It's not for me to fight. You are a warrior and I wish you the best. These documents will really help you figure things out... I hope."

Retane looked back at Arith to tell him to make sure he put the cloak on but the warrior had already done so and was looking around.