Rose did as Noval instructed. Once she had turned the sign and closed the door, she followed the others, wondering if the RER leader forget her name. She shrugged off the thought; just more nervous thinking. Then she began to think about why she was nervous. It's not like she hasn't been in worse situations before. Perhaps is was just because she was meeting with someone who used to be a criminal. She shuddered as she remembered the last time she had to meet with criminals. It wasn't so much the actual meeting; it was the event that had made her go to the meeting. Her left hand went up to near her right shoulder. He had wanted to know how she had made it to captain? She wanted to know how he had made it to general if he was so willing to stab someone under his command in the arm for no reason.

She shook her head. No use thinking about the past now. She had to focus. Rose didn't bother with looking around the room with the table and tea in it. Instead, she started to scale the staircase

Shada follows Rose up the stairs, glancing around at the second story. There are just a few small rooms littering the hallway where the stairs lead to - a bedroom, a small dining room/kitchen, a bathroom, etc. "Far room!" Gorodo calls up. There, at the end of the hall, probably directly above the shop, lies a larger room where everyone could probably fit.

The Sheikah woman simply proceeds onward, walking with caution into the meeting room. Several cushioned chairs catch her eye, as does the sofa along the wall opposite the door. A few candles line the walls, as do multiple beautiful paintings. On one side is a dresser that is absolutely covered with rare and expensive looking gems and jewelry, shining brightly even in the faint light.

"My meeting room, reserved normally for high-paying customers," Gorodo says with more than a hint of gruffness. "Don't touch the jewels, don't touch the paintings, don't touch the seats with more than your rears. Everything in this room is a valuable antique, and I sure don't want any a ya destroying my property. And yes, General, everything in here was obtained by legal means."

Noval eyes the informant, never letting him feel comfortable so long as his gaze rests on his fat form. He takes no seat, nor does Alpha, but Shada quickly gives her legs a break by sitting in a red seat. Gorodo doesn't object to it, so it can be assumed that the others may feel free to sit also. The plump man walks around, resting his hands on the back an especially sturdy wooden chair that seems out of place - obviously not an antique. "Alright Noval, the sooner we get this done the sooner you people can scram and leave me be. So, whaddaya people wanna know?"

"I'll stand, thankyou." Dogura replied, eyeing the priceless objects in the room. He didnt intend on stealing anything, but from past experiences, he was sure this would be a major target for a thief. A thief, who Dogura was itching to meet. The samurai was silent.

Raven eyes widened as he saw the dresser covered in jewels. He almost felt himself being pulled in by their bright shine, like a moth to a flame. He got snapped out of the trance abrubptly by Noval's voice forwarning about touching them. He then spots the sofa and decides to look behind and under it. In case the man they are looking for is closer than they think.

Rose took Shada's lead and sat down in a chair herself. It didn't seem like anyone else was going to start speaking, so she took the initiative. "Do you know anything about a man who calls himself Wraith?" she asked.

OOC: I get the feeling I'll be talking for everyone else.

Pyre had followed the others through the passage, and now stood to the back of the group, looking over the room. He was skeptic as to how such a mass of wealth could be collected through legal means, but that wasn't his problem. His eyes flitted to Raven for a moment, and a small shadow crossed his face. It would be interesting to see how the theif would react to this display of riches.

He watched as a few of the small company took a seat, but Pyre remained standing. The hylian still didn't feel quite comfortable, and his hand moved towards the hilt of his dagger. Noval hadn't done anything for Pyre not to trust him, but he hadn't exactly earned the hylian's trust either.

As Rose spoke, Pyre looked up in interest. Things were just about to get started, it seemed. He was curious about this Wraith, but wasn't sure of how authentic the mans information might be.

Blank could not help but smile as he caught sight of Gorodo. The antique dealer's casual clothing made the nomad feel at ease, despite knowing that the informant had previously been a crime lord in life. As uncomfortable as this was, Blank did not feel nervous or threatened. Gorodo reminded him of an old friend. An invisible tear slid cautiously from his left eye as he stared at the stranger.

He couldn't remember just who he was thinking of, but it pulled at his thoughts as he proceeded through the hidden passageway and into the much nicer chamber. Now he wondered just what kind of high-paying customers Gorodo was serving. Blank stifled laughter and held back a rude comment along the lines of "Wouldn't a rear end be the last thing you want touching your expensive furniture?" He bit his tongue - sharply, at that, causing him to yip unexpectedly - to avoid displeasing the informant.

Rose's question was the most obvious, general question that he had been thinking. Blank wanted to know something more specific. "When was the last time you saw Wraith?" Fortunately for Alpha, Gorodo would likely not say something stupid like "Oh, about three seconds ago." Blank was interested in knowing just how far back the criminal's ties went. He hoped the employer and assassin had met recently, or within the past year. If it had been a decade since the two spoke, Blank would doubt the reliability of correct information.

Hi no Seijin wrote: "Do you know anything about a man who calls himself Wraith?"

Dogura's head snapped in the woman's direction. He turned to face her, and listined intently. He was boggled by how his effects were knocked away with such ease. Nobody had ever brushed him off like he was some kind of insect before. And what's more. Not even his demon could match the man's skills. He was bent on finding out as much as possible.

In the moment after Rose speaks, Gorodo freezes cold. He doesn't move from the spot where he stands . . . doesn't move his eyes away from Rose . . . doesn't blink . . . he doesn't even inhale for a few seconds. "Do I - do I know anything about . . ." he bites his lip, "Wraith?"

In the next moment, he snaps.

Bursting out in laughter, the informant moves both hands up in a futile attempt to stop the cascading chuckles that pour outward. "Do I - wah-hah-hah! - do I know - oh, man - know anything about - oh Din - about WRAITH!?! HAH-HAH-HAH!!!" He continues onward like this for several seconds, unable to speak until he notices that the joke has apparently passed over their heads. "Oh my goodness! . . . Noval, you didn't tell them anything about me, did you?!

"Do I know anything about Wraith? Young lady, I was the person who created Wraith! He would never have even existed without me!!!" At that point, he cracks up again, letting loose another fit of laughter. Anyone who was to glance at Noval would simply see the general nodding his head in solemn conformation of the fact.

Rose considered drawing her sword to threaten the informant, but then she remembered what she had said to Blank earlier. "Will you stop laughing like a loon already?" she snapped instead, standing up. "How the hell was I supposed to know that? Now how about you tell us about him? I'd rather not have to look over my shoulder for him for the rest of my life."

After checking and not finding anything suspicious around the sofa he take a quick look around the rest of the room, his eyes taking everything in from floor to ceiling, as he paces towards and finally leans on the wall opposite the dresser. His eyes glanced between the dresser and Gorodo as Rose asked the question that was no doubt on everyones mind.

Gorodos reaction, however meant that his attenton was focused on him, (for at least the duration of his response) he wondered why Noval didn't tell them as much when he told them about the informant and what did he mean by 'creating' him and why?

OOC: omg!! Im so sorry guys!! Please forgive me I have no excuse this time. Moving along with editing::::

Dogura's face looked pale. "C-created?" He stammered searching for the right words. A symphony played in his head, as the thoughts whirled around his mind, taunting him. Thoughts that he just couldnt grasp. A flesh and blood creation? A robot? That would explain the claw, and why I couldnt plunder his mind... Robots dont have minds. Just what was he created for? Dogura's eyes were darting around the room, looking for anything suspicious.

OOC: Well, ZV's obviously forgetting to edit his post, so we'll just continue onward!

IC:
Gorodo's heavy laughter slowly dies down, and he wipes a tear from his eye with his pudgy fingers. "Sorry, sorry, lady, but you're talking to the guy who originally discovered Wraith and turned him into the world's top assassin in no time flat!" He shrugs as the flair of humor finally seems to disappear from his visage. "I can tell you anything you wanna know about his span in that role . . . well, I can, but that don't mean I will.

"Course, don't know what that kinda stuff would be good for nowadays - Wraith quit and fled the master after about a year of serving. Nobody's heard anything about him for the past seven years - he's gone, scrammed, vamoosed, and not even I can say what happened after that." Alpha sighs inwardly; the man still knows how to play the part of ignorance. "Regardless, he's ancient history at this point."

Noval sighs and shakes his head, drawing the fat crime lord's attention. "Not anymore, I'm afraid. He's back." Gorodo's eyes grow wide, and his mouth hangs open slightly. "He engaged several members of this group, and others, roughly a week ago."

"And they're still alive!?" Gorodo shouts. "Don't you be kidding around with me on the subject of Wraith, Noval! That kid never once failed in any of his assignments - if he attacked them, then there's only one of two options available: he wasn't supposed to kill them, or he wasn't the true Wraith."

"Those possibilities have occurred to us as well," the general calmly replies. Turning back to the group, he silently nods to them. "Perhaps one of you could explain exactly what happened in the fight. If anyone can figure out the truth behind this Wraith, it's Gorodo here."

Rose began to tell Gorodo about the fight with Wraith in Parapa Desert. She made sure she left nothing out except for the fact that as a cir sith she should've been able to kill him. She already felt a slight twinge of embarrassment whenever she remembered how Wraith had foiled that doglike form, and she didn't want to make it worse by having others know about it. When she is finished, she sat back down, waiting for Gorodo to speak again.

OOC: I would've been here sooner, Alpha, but I was taking a nap when the notification e-mail came into my inbox. Looks like it doesn't matter, though, eh?

Pyre watched quitely through the laughter, and the short conversation afterwards. Only one thing bothered him. If this man had taught Wraith, would he be even more dangerous than the assasin himself? He quickly came to an obvious conclusion. It would not be safe to make this man angry. And of course if you don't speak you can't insult someone.

The other thing of import was Rose's retelling of the fight with Wraith. This is what Pyre had been waiting to hear. More about what already happened. He tried to keep constant his expressionless facade, but his intrest shown through his eyes. Things were going to start to fit together, and he suspected that Wraith was a critical point in this. But if these people were seeking an informant, Pyre doubted that the others knew too much more than he did.