Out of the Ashes/Chapter 5

Chapter 5
It was time. After hours of travel to reach Portland Metru, and another few hours to find the planned meeting place, scope out the area, and get everyone in position, Quake was entering the establishment and ordering a drink. It was right before doing this that Quake had a moment of cleverness. He recalled hearing once that the juice of a certain fruit called Madu was volatile, and got more and more so as it aged. He ordered a tall glass of the drink, which was very fresh. Quake knew, though, that by exposing it to his mask's power, it would corrupt and age rapidly, and would make for a good explosive distraction. He grabbed a seat at an empty table near the middle of the room, sat down, and waited.

Originally, he picked a shady place because it would be a hangout for criminals and gangs, and would likely also be owned by a criminal group. If someone was to get into a fight, the criminals would likely step in to protect their property. With the intention of just talking, it was a great place to do it.

The group changing the plan to capturing the guy made it a bad location. Quake decided he'd have to make the fake Vortixx start the fight, or get him to go outside first.

Eventually, a being that matched Daril's description walked in. His head was slightly flat, was long, and he had a mouth full of sharp teeth with eyes like a doom viper's. His darkened, blue-gray armor lacked in shine, had a few marks showing slight damage here and there, and seemed like it was designed for silence and stealth. He had a sword that formed a triangle shape with three edges, which was sheathed on his back, and he had four knives hanging on a belt around his waist. I guess he's not one to leave his weapons at home for diplomatic occasions. Qauke thought. Seeing him, Quake was glad he brought his two swords as well.

The being walked straight to Quake and sat down across the table from him. "Ah, it's good to meet you, Quake. My name is Zavalin." Said the man. "You gave me your name?" Quake said, raising an eyebrow. "You're friend never gave me his." "Enrikar is like that." Zavalin said.