He was thankful for his hat now that a light drizzle had started, but his hat as ever,  was rather intimidating to people. Clark believed it to be the fact that this particular piece of clothing of his seemed a lot like an inquisitor's, which made him wonder how the previous owner had ever gotten use to the crow just letting him go trough so easily. He also wondered how this inquisitor would feel like if he knew the hat he thought lost was being worn by a mercenary captain. Such subtleties in life were not of Clark's concern though, his sole objective in the moment being that of finding his contact. Someone he had known all too well, an "enforcer" of the law, whose convictions, like all those of Marienburgers, changed with the flow of money.  He turned around a corner and there it was, Hoogbrug Bridge.

It was a sight he believed he would never get tired of, and the one thing he looked forward to the most when coming to Marienburg. The largest and tallest Bridge known to man was a beauty to his eyes. The arches were tall enough for a ship to easily pass trough, and the bridge itself was wider than two wagons.  He made his way across quickly, he had no time to admire the views from the bridge this time, he reckoned he was already late, and fastened his pace.

The Captain was late, he noticed with some annoyance. This room was luxurious, but he did not like it, and he suspected the room did not like him either, on one wall was a tall and obviously expensive closet, on the other a large mirror and one picture on the other, depicting some landscape near Nuln he reckoned. Time went by, more than he was willing to give he noticed as he looked at his watch again, just as he was about to rise to look out the window the closet door opened and from within came just the person he was expecting. He found it amusing how the front door was never used, and instead the back door was the main entrance, a secret passageway which everyone knew about, everyone but the Black Caps apparently. "Sorry I'm late, this last replacement took some time in arriving." The man said, sitting down rather unceremoniously, which further annoyed him. "I would have you know, Captain, that if this wasn't of dire importance to me I would offer my business elsewhere, with this quality of yours-" "Ah cut the crap Gustav, you know you're doing this because you're getting a fat pouch for it and nobody else works for you anymore." Clark's words were swift, and for a brief amount of time it seemed as the discussion would pass beyond the verbal limits. But almost at the same time they both backed down, and Gustav started again. "I need capable men, Captain; you know the importance of this job. You will find your contact at this location in the Jolly Lady's Place. This man goes by the name Rudi and you know the rest of the details." Clark just nodded, grabbed the piece of paper which Gustav seemed averse to parting with. Their gazes locked, and again tension settled in the room, the sounds of Marienburg outside the window barely audible. Eventually Gustav let go, and as Clark Rose and put his hat back on the last words they traded were simple. "Close the door behind you."

Maya had an amazing evening by any standards, at first she had felt uneasy, but as time went by and alcohol started having an effect she spilled her guts to her new partners, and had heard a fair amount from them too. Finally, after losing the count of drinking games they had played she called it a Night, as did Rickard and Marvin, and they all went upstairs after Rickard showed her to a room which she learned Maria shared too. She clumsily made her way to the bed, trying not to trip and hit the ground, but unsuccessfully. Eventually, after dragging herself to the bed she immediately fell asleep.

The resting came to her as a blessing, but Maria's sudden pull of her blanket was more akin to a curse. The Tilean's words sounded harsh, but she quickly saw it was out of a hurry as she made out the words "Hurry; captain; waiting; soon..."  "I'm going!" Maya said with annoyance as she got up and began to search for her boots.

Dawn was just making its appearance outside the window, and Gustav looked at his watch, wondering why this one was two hours late. He heard a bark from outside, and but a few moments after the front door burst open, the expensive lock which Gustav had bought showing no signs of hindrance to the entering man. "What is the meaning of this? First you come late and then you go through the front door? I have a life too! I have superiors to report to! I told you specifically-..." "I know, look we don't have time for this. They will be leaving soon." He said, and Gustav conceded, instead opening a drawer in the desk and taking out a shining object. "Inside you will find a note with all the proper instructions and the letter of an Empire Official, do NOT lose this. Also, how should I address this to?" he said, getting ready to scribble the name on the piece of paper inside the object. "Ruben Voyen." Gustav nodded, and as he put it in the young man's hand he was gone, already running through the now open door and into the fresh air outside.

She had ran back to the Inn near the Westenpoort gate, and after some struggle with the Innkeeper and the stable boy about the amount to pay she retrieved her horse and made her way to the gate itself, where her group awaited. After a couple of minutes of walking she saw them just by the side of the gate, but counted only five including her. Just as she was about to look around for Marvin he appeared from around a corner, also holding a horse by the bridle. Maya got close enough to hear Clark reprimanding him for his lateness, and frowned at this unnecessary show of authority, he had gotten there barely two minutes late. But she dismissed these thoughts and focused on the matter at hand, Clark had just started talking again. "...And so we will ride until the end of the afternoon I reckon in this side of the river, if any of you has anything to say or do..." he said this last part with an obvious look aside to Marvin. "... Then do it now." A few seconds followed, but as nobody moved he took it as a no. "Let's go everyone! We don't have all day!" he shouted back at them as they started to wheel to pass through the gate. This maneuver would have been impossible normally, but it was still early, and but a dozen people were passing through the gate.

As they left Marienburg Maya had a strange ominous feeling she wouldn't see the city again, but dismissed it. Just as she looked around trying to focus on something else Marvin approached her on his horse and pressed something on her palm. She looked and saw it was a small watch, and before the obvious question could leave her lips he answered it. "My bag is full already, so I would appreciate it if you could keep it in one of your pockets?" her answer of "sure" was swift and almost involuntary. She tucked away the watch. Then she looked up and saw a crow. In a split second it was out of her sight, and looking down she met Marvin's face who was looking at her in the curious unashamed manner many young people seem to have. "I noticed you have a cut on your hand, been going around the bad quarters again?" Maya said in a half curious half sarcastic fashion as she gave a smirk and looked around the appearing countryside, trying to disarm the awkwardness of meeting such a direct look. She looked at Marvin again as she heard a small laugh. His eyes looked up from the ground and as they met hers he smiled, and said: "Well you know what they say; you can't teach an old dog new tricks."