"Info travels. Anyone's got somethin' for the right price" the smelly man answered.

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Raiso looked about. There were people, too many to handle should the man want money. 'Best to give it to him somewhere else; Less trouble that way. If not money, however...' He thought, planning out how to handle possible issues. Turning back to the man, Raiso asked "What sort of price're we talking about?"

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Max saw Raiso head for the slums. He shivered from the thought. "Raiso is heading toward the slums... I lived there the year after my parents were slaughtered." He then said "Tyrann! Let's get changed and look as tough as you can." Max then walked back to his dorm and in a small chest was his old tattered clothing. "Just like old times." Max then headed out and into the slums hoping no one recognized him.

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Tyrann decided that his weapon, dwarven made, while his father's hammer bore a holy sigil, whereas his shield had the Academy's emblem plastered all over its front, were just as telling of an academy's student as his clothes. Having nothing else on hand, he put on his smith's attire, but kept the utility-belt, he would go nowhere without Navi, that was something he decided rather subconsciousely. As such, he was forced to take a regular smithing hammer as emergency weapon; to complete the... 'look'. Thus geared, he met Max at the entrance to the slums, asking him "Is this good enough?", gesturing at his clothes, smith's hammer strapped to his side.

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Madelyn watched a couple of students head towards the rougher parts of town, she had gotten up to follow them but, on second thought she imagined her current appearance would rather hinder their investigation.

Besides, they were knights in training, she was sure they could take care of themselves, even if that meant just running back to the college if anything happened.

Having watched the students be so active Madelyn decided to do some more legwork herself. She walked closer to the academy, seeing if she could find anywhere the Assassins would have watched from.

If they'd made a mistake or not cleared up after them maybe she could find some evidence to follow, if not then at least she'd have a better idea of how they were thinking.

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"You look like one my old pals that I grew up with!" Max harked heartily. He then gestured towards the slums and walked towards them.

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Shrugging, Tyrann followed the other student.

The people here seemed very sad, so he smiled and waved at anyone who looked at him.

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"Shadeslayer13" wrote:

"Well, I suppose you could head to the slums. It's pretty dangerous, but you could find some neat things there." Ken replied, looking up from Ashleen's dad's body. "I wouldn't wear the tunic, though. Or look weak. Or breathe wrong."

 

Ashleen entered Ken's shop, looking for the local library. (If there is one.) "Umm..what are you doing with my dad's..corpse?" she asked.

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A grizzled, older man stared down at Max.

"We ain't yer pals, laddie." he growled.

 

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Ken looked up at Ashleen.

"Oh, this guy? Just some mortician stuff." he gestured at the body's open chest cavity, and several jars of clear fluid.

"That's the stomach over on the table. And here's a kidney!" he grinned manically, holding up the organ.

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Madelyn moved onto a rooftop, via the help of several drainpipes and a few window ledges.

 

Here she began moving between the buildings looking for one which gave a good view of the college, but where a potential assassin wouldn't be disturbed.

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