The sky was the deepest, most unflinching black. The stars were concealed behind a fleet of clouds that could be barely distinguishable from their obsidian backdrop. The moon's tail made a shortlived appearance every hour or so as the clous made their slow trip across the midnight sky. What was most interesting about the unforgiving black of the heavens was how it reflected the mood of the scene that was about to unplay below it.

Port Adune was uncharacteristically desolate at such an hour, only the loner seagull daring to speak up in the still of night. The calm ocean gently rocked the many ships that found refuge by the docks, like a mother rocking a child. The waves made quiet roars as they washed up against the empty shoreline, foam climbing its way up the beach before giving up against the forces of gravity and seeping back into the serene waters, like a giant retreating in agonyback to its cave.

The boardwalk that lined the port's mouth was empty of its daylight crowd, its kiosks unoccupied, like abandoned buildings. Barrels of discarded goods stood about, watching the night like sleep jailguards in a cellblock. The storefronts that faced out across the port along the boardwalk were closed, their lanterns spewing light for their vicinity weakly. The occasional rodent scuttered across the wood walk, squeaking with impatience in its hunt for nutrition.

A figure made its way down the wide path, no dramatic billowing cape, no glowing red eyes to accompany it. However, it moved with confidence and agility, as though it was sure of its destination and was in a slight rush to arrive there. The man's teeth were in their usual clench. His hand rested casually on the hilt of his sheathed sword as he moved forward, his light armor rattling not the slightest bit.

Phineas was to meet a contact along this boardwalk. Midnight was the only suitable sign for a meeting of such nature, its secrecy crucial. He knew that no one would show up on such a dock at this hour, and with this in his mind, he continued down his path. He was to collect information on a job he was given. The target; a failed noble who was planning a political comeback of sort that was not of interest in some secretive political party.

The contact who he had chose to congregate with was known to be reliable. Phineas prayed to any god up there that this reputation was more than just that - a reputation. He did not plan on killing anyone tonight, but if he recognized false info, he would not hesitate to draw his weapon and deal with the matter apropriately.
He wa notorious in the industry for such ruthelessness, and hoped that the contact knew of this.

As he approached the chosen dock, he spotted a lone figure, and began to make a steady beeline for it.

Osoreru stood, picking at her nails with her dagger, grumbling to herself. She sheathed it and then cracked her neck. She looked around, "bloo'y Hell" she said, looking the dock.

Oso then bit her lip, she hissed in some air and then closed her eyes, 'damn this wound', she thought to herself. She stretched and looked up at the dark sky and then whipped her head to the side, looking at an approching figure.

Eliwood walked happily down the dock, looking up in the beautiful black sky above his head. Suddenly, a figure caught his eye. A mere shadow in the darkness. He looked around and the figure kept moving. Eliwood hoped for no confrontation. He gripped his sword slowly pulling it from its sheath. "Hello?" He called out to the figure.