This time Ariael's travels had led him to a city by the name of Hosenka that reminded him of countries east of Fiore. Upon walking in the city he had a sense of comfort around himself, but he could still feel that forces were lurking in the darkness. Almost like the dreary city called Dahlia. He found himself looking for a bar. It was the location of where he was to meet his next contractor. The man was a person of mysteries, so he didn't even know what he looked like. All he knew was that he would be notified once he entered the bar.

The bar he was looking for was called the Bloody Lion. He didn't think much of the name, it was normal than most he had heard of. It didn't take long for him to find the bar. It was the most rowdy of all the establishments along the script and the sign of a lion feeding on some type of animal gave it away. Placing his hands into his pocket, Ariael would begin his slow walk into the bar while eyeing everyone around him.

He had been operating for the darkness since entering Fiore, so who knew if what he was walking into was a trap or not? Entering the bar, Ariael would look around and see that all the tables were full. He would find himself walking towards the bar area and taking a seat on a stool. Turning his head from left to right, he would once again scan the bar. Ariael had no idea who he was looking for. Within moments would a man take a seat next to him and say "Silver hair. Red eyes. White collared shirt. You've gotta be the man I'm looking for."

WC: 304

After the man sat next to Ariael and spoke his words he would come to realize that it was his contractor. The man would quickly tell Ariael what needed to be done and how he should do it. Apparently his contractor owned the Bloody Lion and was using it to launder money and serve various drugs. However, he had competitors rising up on the southside of Crimson Quarter. The mission itself was very simple. Take out the competitors and bring everything he found valuable back to the Bloody Lion. Ariael had found himself hating contracts of the type. Why would anyone trust him to deliver precious goods back to them?

He found himself laughing wildly while exiting the bar. At the moment he was on the eastside of the Crimson Quarter. The man had told him that if he took Main Street all the way down then he would bump into the competitor's establishment. The other bar was called the Laughing Hyena. Ariael didn't know where they got their name taste from, but he hoped in the future they would find better ways of naming their establishments. Bringing his hand to his chin, he would say "Maybe its just the people in Fiore who have a bad taste of naming things. Those guilds that are running around sound like party groups."

Ariael would once again snicker to himself while making his way down Main Street. He was dressed in his regular clothes. The only thing that was unordinary about him was the large shield that he carried on his back. The wind swirling around it seemed to shuffle the dirt as he walked. To most it was a beacon that a mage was coming, but to others it was simply a beautiful artifact. Ariael didn't know what to think of it yet.

WC: 305

After about a ten minute walk, Ariael would come to arrive at the Laughing Hyena bar. It didn't look as popular as the Bloody Lion, but it still had more customers than anything else in the area. He could tell that it was at least one of the top establishments in the Crimson Quarter. Walking to the front of it, Ariael would stand a couple of feet away from the door and stare at it. His hand would come to rub his chin as he wondered how he should go about eliminating the people inside. It was a busy night, so countless civilians would be in the way (not that he cared). It was just that he would rather take out Bloody Lion's competition quickly.

Scanning the area around the bar, Ariael would see an alley way to his left. Placing his hands in his pockets, he would begin his walk towards the back of the bar. As he walked in the alley his right hand would come to rub the sides of the brick building. The brick was cold, but he could feel vibrations coming from it. The music inside was loud, so he doubt anyone would hear him as he begun his massacre.

Arriving at the back door, Ariael would remove his shield from his back and place it on his left hand. Raising the shield in front of his chest, Ariael would lunge forward and break through the back door. Men in the kitchen who had been working would simply stare at him before screaming in a language he couldn't understand. Grabbing a pair of knives from the counter closest to him he would throw them at two individuals. One knife would find its target and instantly kill him. The other would slice through its target's next and find itself impaled in the chest of another. The knife flying would cause all of the cooks to escape through the back door.

Moving forward, men in suits would enter the doors into the kitchen and would proceed to fight Ariael. He danced around them swiftly while using the kitchen to his advantage. There were many sharp things laying around, so it was like he was in his natural habitat. "Get outta the way!" screamed a man while charging through the door. The man would make a movement with his hand and a stream of lightning would escape from it. Raising the shield in front of him, Ariael could see the spell absorbed into the shield. A smirk would appear on his face while lunging towards the spell user. "Please! I'll give you anything! Just don't kill me!" screamed the man. The pleading would cause Ariael to stop. Usually he would just kill the man and call it a day, but there was some things he needed.

After sparing the man, Ariael would find himself with a bookbag full of various things. He had sent a note to his contractor stating the job was done, but of course it wasn't.

WC: 508