[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Swift_Assassin]

Lennox roamed the docks, walking right past a woman talking to an old man. He didn't know who to ask, so he was looking for a group that looked like it was waiting for people to approach them. He noticed a small gang of guys, maybe seven total, and he approached them. They all shot him rather dirty looks, before looking amongst themselves. "I'm here looking for a rat. Have you seen one?" Lennox asked, only barely keeping track of what the barkeeper told him. The assembled group looked amongst themselves again while the one farthest from Lennox began inching away from the group.

"You some sort of enforcer? Hired muscle?" One of them asked, acting as the spokesman for the group.

"You can say that. I was told to ask around for a rat." The six of them talked amongst themselves trying to figure out what happened. "Well?" Before the spokesman could say anything, one of them began running away. "Oh, he's running." The group looked to Lennox, confused, before looking at their comrade scurrying away. Most of the group began running after the guy, but the spokesman stayed behind. "This has to do with the Dread Isle, right? Guess that scared him off."

"Uh. No. We've been looking for a rat in our group, and you just weeded him out." He said watching his men chasing the traitor. He looked back to Lennox, "Dread Isle? Oh. You're looking for Wratt! He's the relic over there, as tall as you are." He took out a bag of gold and tossed it to Lennox. "Here, take it. We're even, merc." He said before walking away, in the direction of the rest of the gang.

"Huh. Wratt? Rat? I should have paid a bit more attention. I kinda zoned out after Dread Isle." Lennox turned around and headed back towards the woman and the old man, noticing that his count was off and there was another woman there as well. "Are you Wratt? I'm here to offer my sword to your expedition to the Dread Isle."