"You're late Arven. Did you manage to extract the cargo from the target zone?"
A brazen and slightly muscular woman, clad in tight leather armor that was bristling with weaponry, faced Arven with a calculating look. Her name was Fay, and she was Haradriel's second in command. Though stunningly beautiful, she could have you dead before you could blink, and had held her own in fist fights versus men. Balancing an arrow on the tip of one finger, Arven glanced over at her, tossing it into the air and catching it nimbly as he did. When Seb and the group had split up, Arven had taken the chance to head back to kings bane headquarters. After all, he did have responsibilities.
"I encountered some interesting folks on the way. According to what I heard and saw today, we may not even need to steal the weapon shipment." Arven muttered softly. Fay gave him a hard look, one that seemed to border between anger and curiosity. "You're telling me..." she began with a restrained voice, "..that you disobeyed a direct order, just to fraternize with some local rebels?" Looking away, hair tossing roughly as she did, Fay paced back and forth. Arven slipped the arrow back into his quiver, walking slowly towards Fay as he spoke. "Hear me out on this one, Fay. This isn't just ANY rebel group. They have some very skilled individuals. And not only that, but many of them have powers, the likes of which I haven't seen anywhere other than the kings personal magi court. A force like this, if conducted correctly, could penetrate deep enough into royal castle to reach the king." Fay stopped abruptly, harsh look softening slightly. Flicking a lock of hair out of her eyes, Fay placed her hands on her hips. "I'm listening." she said exasperatedly.
Falling into a nearby chair, Arven kicked his legs up onto the nearby table. Picking up an apple from the basket in the center, the marksman took a large and noisy bite. Speaking through a mouth full of the fruit, Arven continued. "They're having a meeting in the town hall, at 7pm. I'm assuming they are going to go over their plan of action there." Arven paused, taking another bite of apple. "If I were to attend this little meeting, kings bane could have access to a formidable private force. And even if things go wrong, the organization won't be any worse for wear. AND, as you know, the king has become well aware of kings banes' actions. He already has patrols scouting out for our headquarters. If we continue trying to take him on solo, we'll eventually get ferreted out. We could definitely use the help." Fay frowned. Thought seemed to be running through her head as fast as a lightning strike. Striding over to a wall, Fay rested her hands and forehead against it. Her reply came soft, but sharp. "I'm trusting you to make this work. And I will not be responsible if this little group gets you killed. I'll pass the message to Haradriel. Now get moving. You're going to be late"
Arven walked up to Fay, placing a single hand on her shoulder. "I'll make it work." he said softly. Smiling slightly, he added, "And thanks for your concern over my death. I never knew you cared." Hitching his bow and quiver up higher onto his back, Arven ran to the door. Flinging it open, Arven left headquarters far behind as he dashed towards the town hall.