Alstair had risen late today. He could not help but to savor the feel of a comfortable bed such as this. No doubt he had missed the breakfast service he vaguely remembered from last night. Getting dressed he began to set out his agenda. His first and prime goal for the day was to talk to the Seventen and with any luck track down Dom and try to sway him to his side. After that he would need to start making contacts within the city, gathering human, wick,passive and Galdori allies for future plans.
With this vague idea he headed downstairs and prepared to leave the inn.

Archibald looked up from the small desk at the front of the inn, where he was busy writing in his ledger. He watched Alstair walking down the stairs and stood stiffly, giving the man a short bow as he approached.

"The accommodations were up to par, sir?" He asked polity. This man was curious. A galdor, no doubt about that, but he was generous and polite. It could be an act, so one was best to stay on ones toes...and said galdor's good side.

Alstair nodded giving a polite smile.
"Very much so my good man! It would seem they were so nice that I have overslept on such a nice day day!" He answered grinning. "I do believe I very well stay here again when I return to this fair city."
With these words Alstair left the inn and led his mount down the street making his way towards the Seveten headquarters. Already the Paper Tiger was being fit into his plans as a possible meeting place that could be secured with ease if continued buttering up to it's employees and possibly it's owner....

"Yes Mister Leon, just taking this cart and these vegetables to my mother's house," The cart pusher 's ankles wobbled dangerously on the uneven street cobbles.

"But that's half way to Old Rose!"

"She's terribly ill, Mister Leon."

Dom stopped jogging on the spot, grabbed the cart handles and lifted it out of the gutter, where the cart pusher had driven it after one of his ankles had buckled under the strain.

"Good grief man!" Said Dom, using his other hand to jerk the cart pusher back onto the pavement, "You won't make it past The Paper Tiger."

He jammed his fists into his waist and stood there, glistening. The semi-retired seventen had forgone his morning jog to attend to some pressing affairs at the city gates. He preferred not to exercise when the sun was at its highest point, but today he did not have a choice.

His shirt was slung over his shoulder, and the black mass of hair on his chest was a daunting sight in itself, enough to make one little girl run to her mother sobbing something about a monster in the town. When the mother caught sight of Dom charging through the streets she realised her daughter had made a pretty accurate assumption.

"Yes mister Leon, but my Mother..."

"I'll get one of the men to take it over. Go home."

The cartpusher looked sadly at his vegetables. Last time Dom had offered to escort them his mother had been forced to survive for one week on two stunted carrots and a rotten cabbage.

Dom watched him sternly,

"Yes mister Leon..."

These last words were spoken at precisely the moment Alstair passed them on the street.

Alstair stopped in his tracks.
"Dom?That is Dom Leon?" He muttered to himself staring at the shirtless figure, eyebrow cocked."I truly am in luck!"
Alstair walked over to the man and extended a calloused hand.
"Good sir Leon!" Alstair said in a pleasant manner. "I am Alstair Murdoh. I have heard much about you and would like to make a proposition to you."

A galdor, who Dom had already noted walking towards them, held out a hand.



Dom wiped his hand on shirt and shook Alstair's,

"A proposition?" He broke out into a grin, "Well sure, since you asked so nicely."

The ex-guard turned and looked pointedly at the cart pusher. The human immediately hobbled away, not even attempting to re-possess his vegetables.

He didn't make five steps before Dom plunged his hand into the cart and took out a carrot.

"Fire away," Said Dom, between munches.

Alstair smiled.
"It would be best not to talk upon these streets. Meet me at the Paper Tiger later in the night. I shall be waiting for you there. I bid you good day sir Leon." Alstair said smiling. "For now, I have some buisness to attend to at the seventen headquarters."
Alstair turned to begin his way towards the Seventen Headquarters.

An incredulous Dom watched as Alstair made to leave. He blocked the younger man's way,

"Excuse me?" He growled, "What makes you think I'm going to have the time for you tonight? Who are you anyway?" He scrutinised Alstair for a moment. His dark eyes and chiseled features were new to Dom - meaning he either wasn't at all important, or he had only recently arrived at the city.

Alstair smiled.
"I intend to make a name of myself. Sir Dom I am new to this city and seek to make many allies before I begin to enact my plans.I have great plans Sir Dom and I wish for you to be a part of my plans.Are you willing?" Alstair said his voice low and the smile gone as he looked upon the man. "As you can imagine I have fair reason to be wary of speaking of such things in the day especially when in public."

Dom said nothing for a moment, and then, "I see..."

He relieved Alstair of his scrutiny. There would be plenty of time for that later. The man was an interesting character, and needed to be kept in check, which was a good enough reason to rendezvous in the evening. He stepped to the side, sweeping out his hand, still holding the carrot,

"On your way."

[[I'll leave it up to you to start that thread when you've ready.]]

Alstair nodded.
"So I take it you are interested in my wares Sir Leon?" Alstair said smiling as he proceeded down the street.

Alstair could not help but to be excited. IF he could sway Dom Leon the lower guardsmen would sway far more easily. For now though he needed to talk with the Seventen themselves. He would play the brave soldier returning home in need of a home and bed. With any luck he would gather more allies yet.

"I am interested in everything, Mr Murdoh." He smirked, "You'll soon get used to that."

He crossed his arms and brought to carrot to his lips, before adding, "But I suppose you aren't going to give me any indication as to the nature of your wares?"

The galdor didn't look like a troublemaker, or a madman. He reminded Dom of himself years ago when he was at the height of his military career. Noble, courteous... efficient.

Alstair smiled.
"Sadly, my wares are best seen at night when they shine the brightest."
He replied with a courteous bow."I will meet you tonight then?"

Dom nodded, "As you wish. 8pm at The Paper Tiger."

Perhaps his good friend Fion would be around to bail him out if this man turned out to be an undercover mercenary from the resistance.

Dropping the carrot stub into the gutter, Dom heaved the cart onwards, and wondered fleetingly whether he had enough turnip for his stew this evening

Alstair paused as the man known as Dom left.
"On second thought...the Seventen can wait. I do believe I shall enjoy this rather pleasant day." Alstair said smiling as he walked down the street whistling a tune he had heard whilst on tour for the army in foreign lands.