Captain Zane Striker made his way back downstairs to the Weasel's Den, walked over to the bar against the far wall and poured himself a rum. Sipping the spirit he looked around his hard won base, the young woman was gone, he had expected as much, a few of his mercenaries lounged around drinking or checking the jobs board on their Primers.

Reaching for his own Primer inside of his cloak the Mercenary Captain willed the device to life. He had to send a message to one of his mercenaries out at the Nomad Village.

Ex, I have sent two Clan applicants to the Nomad Village seeking the Magicite. I do not know how much they know about the mineral but I want you to make sure things are difficult out there for them.

-Captain Zane Striker