(Forest) A Roguish Rendez-vous

[Cattrim Rallon]

Cattrim's fist drove the lungs out of the man's lungs and he collapsed onto his knees gasping for breath. Bringing his heavy boot up Catt pushed the man onto his back, his foot planted squarely on his chest, wand pointed between the man's quivering eyes.

"You might be good at tracking but ya'll leave one hell of a trail for me to foller." Catt smiled down at the tracker whose nose bled from his first assault. Catt didn't profess himself a tracker but it had been an easy task to follow the pair, at a goodly distance of course. He'd found the sneak coming back along his own trail and pounced upon him; he needed answers and this man was lucky enough to be able to supply them. "Now I've only a couple of questions, easy enough, no need for no trouble, you hear?" The man nodded feverishly, "I'm guessing that means yes, it had better, so where is Jacoby going? Is she meeting, or even following someone?" He asked his tone pleasant but the man knew it could turn harsh quickly. That's what Catt had wanted him to think.

"Uhm she's going te some rogues inte forest..sir." He answered in a strained voice that quavered slightly, he so hated being threatened, and it seemed to be happening a few times to him today already.
"Any particular reason for it?" Quiered Catt his tone one of growing excitement, looks like he could kill two birds with one stone...so to speak.

"Tellin' 'em stuff? I dunno sir." He gulped as Catt's wand moved along, Catt thought a moment then added;
"you better have spoke truth, there'll be hell to pay if you ain't." With that he strode away from the nervous man, who lay for moments stunned in the dirt, then picked himself up and fled, he didn't want anything to do with the forest from now on.

Whereas Catt was striding in deeper. He soon found his quarry, and caught the last few words she spoke. Pocketing his wand he strode purposefully over to the rogues, directly for Lana, glaring he apologised, "sorry bout this," then whirled about his fist connected pretty painfully with her nose.

"That makes us even," he muttered nursing his hand, "damn you've a hard nose." Turning back to the rogues he added with a grin, "oh and I'd suggest ya'll don't believe a single syllable she spits from her viporous mouth, cus I sure as hell don't."

He stood now with hands shoved in pockets finishing in a bseeching manner; "I'd bet my last lung that she's ratting you in...somehow." He didn't know how but he knew she was up to something.

[Jake Gobien]

Keeping his expression carefully blank as Jacoby dared lay a hand upon his chest, he flexed his shoulders unconciously stopping the glare he wished to pierce her with. "I fear very little in this world Jacoby, fraid to say you aren't one of the select few." With a grin he turned the situation gesturing to De Conti, "now she scares me, have you seen her duelling skills, literally terrifying, I'd never go up against her. She can break any oppose her like a twig." He was obviously exaggerating, but not by much. It would also confuse Jacoby and set her on edge; hopefully.

Feeling De Conti's eyes upon him Gobien took comfort from her strong gaze, he knew she was there to back him up. She evidently didn't have blind faith in him, but her having any faith in him was more than enough. Noticing her firm grip on her wand Gobien did a small calming gesture with his hand; simply showing his palm to the ground; she would know its meaning.

Jacoby finally explained herself and Gobien's eyebrows rose in amusement, his grin widening, did she really believe she could guide and direct them? It was ridiculous, they had to take every word she spoke with a pinch of salt. He found it highly amusing that she refered to them as us rather than you. It was an old trick and Gobien half believed her words because of it. "True you'll know some things we won't, but we've our own sources, and they're actually reliable," he countered smoothly frowning at the woman before him. "The Ministry have been searching for us for ages, what makes you think they've made a breakthrough eh?" Up until now he'd spoken in a hearty way, with a carefree smile, for he a smile usually hovered about his lips, but now all traces of kindness fled his features as he hardened his gaze.

"Maybe you're the breakthrough they need?" He fixed Jacoby with a cold hard stare, then blatently looked her up and down.
"I don't..." but he was cut off as a man stalked over to them. Stepping back Gobien nonetheless kept his wand lowered as he recognised the face; Cattrim Rallon, why was he here?

His smile now hovering once more Gobien laughed out loud as Cattrim apologised then span and delivered a sharp blow to Jacoby. Gobien should have known they'd know each other somehow; everyone who was anyone had their sources, Gobien happened to have plenty of them.
"She's known for being hard-nosed, you should have realised that Catt." Gobien gave him an appraising look, his eyes travelling all over as if x-raying him. He knew of Cattrim from the good old days as he would call them. When Gobien had worked for the ministry Catt had been pretty reliable source of information, until Gobien had been assigned to bring him in of course. Since their relationship had spiralled, with Gobien falling upon hard times they'd realised they'd much more in common and given their lines of work they had come in frequent contact through the smuggling world. Cattrim was infamous in that world.

"We'll take your advice in mind," smirked Gobien, "but I'm not a betting man, I need cold hard evidence." Still he did have a bad feeling about Jacoby, probably because of the old torturing.
"We can't trust either of you," commented Gobien turning to De Conti with a smile, "don't you think so? Neither of them are the trustworthy reliable types.

"What brings you here though Rallon? The forest isn't the best trading place on earth, don't say you've come to find little old me?" Gobien smiled knowingly, "not up to any dirty business are you?"

Grinning at De Conti once more he asked her, "what shall we do with this pair?" Gobien had to wonder at how truthful Jacoby had been though, did she have a real advantage in lying to them? That was the question, and he didn't think so, with the rogue threat neutralised Jacoby wouldn't be able to carry on with her obscure plans that Gobien had heard tell of, merely whispers but they had curdled his blood nonetheless. What were they up to? The pair of them?

[Gabriella De Conti]

She laughed lightly at Gobien's praise, "Oh my dear Gobien, you are too kind. I'd say I break them like a large branch with a severing charm." She said smirking slightly.

She watched Gobien carefully as he motioned her to relax and calm down and she loosened her the tight grip on her wand.

Gabriella listened to Jacoby's explanation with little interest. Of course the ministry was after them; who didn't know that. And who didn't know they wished to exterminate the Rogues. It worried her little, she would worry when she was stuck in a ministry holding cell with no wand and not until that moment.

"Not in the slightest," she said smirking slightly. "Although I am glad you know each other, safes me the trouble of introducing the both of you." she continued chuckling slightly.

"Cattrim here, has some sort of odd ambition to become a Rogue," she said smiling at Gobien. "What do you make of it," she asked Gobien. She was certainly glad he knew Rallon better then she did.