Black Market Goods

[Connor]

Connor had no hood to pull over his head; but even if he did he would not. It drew too much attention to his already larger form; for he towered over most people. Connor stood at six feet and five inches tall; making hiding from people with only a hood impossible. He stood out too much; to blend in with subtlety. So he walked into the tavern; ordered a drink; and walked toward the back where the candles had more trouble keeping the room lit.

He was not sure who he was meeting; but it did not sit well with him to meet them so close to damn capital in Camelot. Magic and magical things got people beheaded here; though he heard a year or so ago they started burning people at the stake for magic now. Connor fought magical creatures but he was not above using magic to do it. While he knew only little about spells; enchanted weapons and others things helped keep him alive; and his job to be easier.

Such as cordite; an enchanted powder that built flames higher; faster; and made them last longer. It made it easier to kill larger beast; and quickly. Connor sat down in the corner and waited for whomever to find him. He was told that the man would find him; since another was arranging the meeting.

He only hoped he was not getting betrayed.

[Richard de Calys]

Richard de Calys did not like to be kept waiting. He was sat in the tavern, fingers drumming against the table. He'd agreed to meet this man here, at a particular time, and wasn't appreciating the man's inability to be punctual. He didn't even have a drink to occupy himself with - drinking before a meeting with a customer was never a good idea. He leant back in his chair, in two minds to just leave when a rather tall man walked in. Richard watched him as he got himself a drink and a seat. Hmm. Was this the man he was waiting for? He certainly looked like he could go around attacking various creatures. He pushed himself forward in his chair, well, there was only one way to find out.

He stood up, glanced around - he wasn't expecting anyone to take much notice of him, but it was more out of habit than anything else. Camelot was a suspicious city at the best of times. He approached the man, a little cautiously, more confident now that he was the man he was looking for. On reaching the man's table he cleared his throat. "Richard de Calys," he said, giving a small bow. He would have made a bigger one but they were in the middle of a tavern. "You are meeting me here, are you not?"