He had been quiet since his arrival, wordlessly placing his bow on the table in front of him to sit back a little more comfortably in his chair. From his position, he had let his gaze sweep over the others, judgmental as he took them in. He was getting used to working in a group, so used to going off and doing things on his own, but it wasn't his first time. However, it was the first time he was working with this particular group, and he didn't quite know what he thought about them all just yet.
Jock seemed to trust him, at least, just enough to let him in on the job in the first place. A quieter edge was needed on this particular job lest they all wanted to end up hanging from the neck. While going in loud and cutting down anyone in their path might make it go slower, sometimes, a quick blade and a silent arrow through the neck was a far better approach. And when that was needed, he was more than happy to provide. Just so long as the pay was right, which he had been assured it would be, so long as everything went smoothly.
From under the hood lifted over his head, he tilted his head as his presence was questioned, though didn't utter any word of his own as Jock spoke on his behalf. Instead, Abelen simply kept his gaze on the person opposite level, one hand idly spinning a small throwing knife between his fingers under the dirty old table. While he would rather just get this whole thing over and done with, he supposed if they had an easier entry point, then they might as well stick to it. Though, admittedly, he was looking forward to showing the others exactly was he was here.
As Jock stood to move, talking about getting another pint, Abelen just huffed, silently sliding the throwing knife back into his belt with the others. He'd rather stay completely sober if it was all the same to everyone else. While the rest of the were team focused on getting buzzed, he decided to do one last check of his equipment, making one last check of how many knives and arrows he had. While he was sure it was enough to deal with whoever they did happen to come across, it was good to have the number in his head. Just in case.
Jock seemed to trust him, at least, just enough to let him in on the job in the first place. A quieter edge was needed on this particular job lest they all wanted to end up hanging from the neck. While going in loud and cutting down anyone in their path might make it go slower, sometimes, a quick blade and a silent arrow through the neck was a far better approach. And when that was needed, he was more than happy to provide. Just so long as the pay was right, which he had been assured it would be, so long as everything went smoothly.
From under the hood lifted over his head, he tilted his head as his presence was questioned, though didn't utter any word of his own as Jock spoke on his behalf. Instead, Abelen simply kept his gaze on the person opposite level, one hand idly spinning a small throwing knife between his fingers under the dirty old table. While he would rather just get this whole thing over and done with, he supposed if they had an easier entry point, then they might as well stick to it. Though, admittedly, he was looking forward to showing the others exactly was he was here.
As Jock stood to move, talking about getting another pint, Abelen just huffed, silently sliding the throwing knife back into his belt with the others. He'd rather stay completely sober if it was all the same to everyone else. While the rest of the were team focused on getting buzzed, he decided to do one last check of his equipment, making one last check of how many knives and arrows he had. While he was sure it was enough to deal with whoever they did happen to come across, it was good to have the number in his head. Just in case.
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