[Vincent Stefan]

For the youth who guarded the gate to the Raven's Wing headquarters. The day was going, kind of slow. Except for a person here or there going about on some errand or another. The Guard duty had been a successful waste of time. That is until two armed men arrived at the gate.

"We’re wishin’ ta speak wit’ yer commandin’ officer, sure an’ we are. We mean ye no harm, laddie, but we need ta speak with him as soon as can be arranged." The youth took but a second to regain his composure, before answer the men. "Ah...yes..that could be...Randolf!" the young Mercenary called, indicating anther youth nearer to the door. "Escort the men...er...here to see Migeria." The other youth made but the slightest indications of fear before ushering the men threw the gates of the fortress with a gesture of his hands.

After a short walk threw the main complexes doors and up a flight of stairs the group would arrive at a door, that looked much like all the rest. Just this one was Three doors in from the wall. Knocking once as was the custom. The Youth waited for a reply...begging, prying he would hear..."Enter"...The response almost floored the poor youth who had not expected Migeria to be up so early. With a nod to the men the Young guard opened the door and let them pass.

As the men entered they would note the two chairs in front of the desk, and a man, a elf by his look sitting behind a dark oak desk. The man's face would be covered by a scarf of black, and his eyes shined with a cold blue light.

"Velcome to the Raven's Ving headquarters....Vhat can I do for you Gentalman today?" Remarked the White haired commander as he indicated the chairs in front of the desk. Though the man showed every indication that he was receiving the visitors openly. Even the Barbarians would note the closeness of a Katana blade, to the man's hands..leaning at it's place of rest up against the left side of the oak desk.