Apr 15 21:50:59 106 PA

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Fri Apr 15 21:50:59 106 PA.

As it happens, finding Norwick isn't very hard at all. He's not being so discreet in his dealings and finding out he spends time in the library is simple. And here he will be, the evening ripening steadily towards its apex. The one thing that is distinctive about the man is he wears blue. All blue silk and amongst the few still lingering about in the evening at the Library, there will be but one man who sits in blue garb with a blue hooded cloak. The hood has been pushed back, giving no shade to his swarthy features with thin jaw and icy eyes. Opened before him is a big, aged tome that he pours over with an intent focus, to the exclusion of all other things in the place.

Entering the library with only a slight amount of apprehension, Celaeno begins peering around, looking for the Man in Blue. As she comes across him (goodness, that was easy), she pauses for a few moments to look him over, glancing down at the tome and shaking her head. Oh well. There he is, and there she soon will be as well, striding confidently to within just a few feet of him, "So, you're the talking ambush, yeah? Mr. Norwick?" She asks, watching him intently.

"Mmmh.. That is I," Norwick replies as he continue sto consider the page he's on. Indecipherable notations on the arcane are scrawled across the weathered pages of the book, with complex diagrams and words in a language that may well be long dead. "You seek me, that much is easily known for I did not call for you. The question is.. what do you desire from me." His head lifts, directing his eyes towards Cel, examining her as he prompts, "Speak your piece."

Celaeno eyes the man for a few moments, amusement dancing across the features of her face. "Well, just heard a nice little tale about a payday, is all. Though I'm not entirely sure how worthwhile it would be, really. I mean, if word's leaking out all over the place, well, it seems to me 'ambush' might not quite fit what it turns into. Of course, that's neither here nor there," she says, her smile turning into a laugh. "I just thought I'd drop by and give you a fair shake, see just how accurate the talk was. After all, a girl's got to eat."

Norwick's brows rise as he considers Cel. "So clear my plans are, then? So you know when and where to be without my telling you to join in on or warn those who are to be struck?" Hardly a serious question for the man grins wryly afterwards. "Trust me, some may know that I offer a job, but few know where and when to be to witness it. Only I know such things. Of that you can be certain."

"Oh, doubtless, doubtless," Celaeno says, dismissing it with a wave of a hand. "If you've a decent enough target, it shouldn't much matter. But that's," she begins with a quirk of an eyebrow, "not the point, or why I'm here, now is it?" She manages just as wry a grin as the man, as she talks, "I'm here to hear what you've got to say about that matter. I'm sure a learned man such as yourself has as perfect a plan as can be. I'm just a potential grunt, curious as to the take."

"The plan waits for those who are to enact it. I have one who seems willing to be a nexus for this little venture. He seems Alpha's to confront the great beast." Norwick considers Cel again for a moment before he asks her, "What do you think of the Coalition? And of Tolkeen? Speak freely, you will see no reprisal from the likes of me on the topics we discuss. For good or ill, I wan to know your thoughts."

"A place, is a place, is a place," Celaeno opens, with a shrug before diverting, hand slipping into her backpack "Interest you in a drink, while we talk? Just a nip," she'll inquire, producing a flask, and going about unscrewing it. "The Coalition's got their problems, and it's not somewhere I'd ever really want to live - Northern Gun's more my style, really, if I'm going to have to pick a place. As for Tolkeen, well, not anywhere I'd want to live, personally. Too much energy flying around everywhere - plus, they're a bit too snooty," she says, taking a drink from the flask before extending the arm with a wave. "A place is a place."

Norwick lifts a hand, lightly warding off the drink offer. "Perhaps a more refined libation after this business is completed and those who take the risks are richer for it," he replies simply. "An interesting viewpoint you hold.. not so hateful of the Coalition as some? Though mercenary.. ambivalent. Detached enough that you would not mind being a thorn in the side of their lumbering war machine?"

Recapping the flask and slipping it into its pouch in the backpack, Celaeno grins and winks as she responds, "Yeah, sure, you want to ambush some Tolkeen sympathizers, that's cool." After a moment's beaming, she continues, "Depends on the offer and the odds. I heard tell of ten K a head, but, well... an Officer, a Skull Walker, or a SAMAS are a bit more work than bumping off a grunt. Just makes sense to me, but I didn't hear the payscale."

"The take will be twenty thousand for every one who participates," Norwick notes. "But then you know how rumors are.. always shifting and changing. As well, I trust the odds will be competitive. Life is hardly worth it if one doe snot risk for their gain, is it not? So long as you will not balk at the potential to deal death, then I suppose you may prove useful. This is so?"

Celaeno considers the situation for a few moments, shifting around her understanding of the situation, and ultimately weighing it all. "Well, it's amusing and disconcerting that you didn't wave away the possibility of running into the heavy artillery, but that's as may be. As for death, it happens - it's just a matter of when, why, and how," she says, eyes gleaming as she looks at the man. "And I'm to assume you're not a CS black-op, yeah?" she asks, amusement and humour seeping from her stance.

Norwick smiles serenely. "Had this place no wards to suppress natural power, I could show you the simple proof that I am not. But instead you shall have to take my word for it." He dips his head slightly. "Very well, if you wish to make your place in this effort, then seek a man named Leonard. He is my nexus and about him should gather those who will come a raiding with me." He dips his head slightly. "When all is in readiness, more will be revealed. I'm sure you understand the need for discretion."

Hersmusement seems to be her staple, at the moment, eyes still gleaming. "Alright. I'll come along for the moment, but you'll understand if I don't commit to the whole thing on your word that it'll be worth the price until I know more. I'm sure it won't at all affect your fun in playing War," she says, with a bit of a wave. "I'm sure you want to get back to your book, so if there's nothing else, I'll see you," she says, already beginning to take a step backward.

Amusement seems to be Celaeno's staple, at the moment, eyes still gleaming. "Alright. I'll come along for the moment, but you'll understand if I don't commit to the whole thing on your word that it'll be worth the price. I'm sure my hesitance won't at all affect your playing War," she says. "In any case, I'm sure you want to get back to your book, so if there's nothing else, I'm sure I'll see you," she finishes, already taking a step backward to take her leave.

"Some believe all of life is a game. an interesting way to view existence, though I take this game very seriously," Norwick replies. Be lifts a hand, motioning for Cel to go. "For now, I have no more for you. Seek Leonard. Consult him, plan and plot with him. Aid him in selecting his pack, if you like. Then we shall talk details, wherein the devil lies." he grins, then does indeed turn his attention back to his tome.

Spinning to face the exit almost before he's finished his sentence, Celaeno strides back out into the open, shaking her head and laughing to herself. "Bloody lunacy, the lot of it, but it could be fun, maybe," she says to herself, and begins to hum.