EasyWright
Cracked Shell
Cole sat on the rooftop of a bar in an area near the Barrel, out of sight of anyone down on the streets below. He wasn't dumb enough to go directly into that place -- alone, at least. He went over his alias one more time: Garitt Holt, a spider hired just like the rest of the people that were to meet him there. If he was smart about it, he wouldn't even have to really go into more detail about himself with the others; after all, this was just another job to most everyone there.
Each of the hired people had received a letter with a wax seal, obviously from a noble family, but without a proper insignia on the seal. Inside was enough cash to interest any Kerch resident, and the letter within promised even more if the mission was carried out properly (Cole did his best impression of a stereotypical nobleman in his writing). The job was risky, so he didn't expect very many people to actually show up, but he was confident that he would have enough manpower to do what needed to be done. There was only room for so many people at the top, and Cole wanted it to himself, but he couldn't risk trying to overthrow rich houses on his own.
He could fix this damned city. He would fix this damned city, or at least have some catharsis by the end of this mess-to-come.
Each of the hired people had received a letter with a wax seal, obviously from a noble family, but without a proper insignia on the seal. Inside was enough cash to interest any Kerch resident, and the letter within promised even more if the mission was carried out properly (Cole did his best impression of a stereotypical nobleman in his writing). The job was risky, so he didn't expect very many people to actually show up, but he was confident that he would have enough manpower to do what needed to be done. There was only room for so many people at the top, and Cole wanted it to himself, but he couldn't risk trying to overthrow rich houses on his own.
He could fix this damned city. He would fix this damned city, or at least have some catharsis by the end of this mess-to-come.