The first thing you notice is that you are standing on the edge of a war camp. Behind Osric, dressed in what you would guess to be the uniform of Amber, is a fairly large assembly of troops. To the right and continuing clockwise, there is a very large assembly of troops dressed in black and red armor and armaments. They are camped just on the outside of what can only be the Forest Arden. Just inside the tree line, you can make out a human shape or two, possibly archers. Next is the largest assembly yet. These troops are dressed in oranges, browns and yellows. All seem to be sitting idly by. There are cooking fires from each camp and the smell of roasting meat can be caught on a light breeze. It is getting on toward evening.
"So, lets get a bite to eat and I'll tell you what I have in mind." Osric says as he heads into the camp.
Lladd tucks his trump away carefully, taking in the arrayed troops with proper respect while doing so. Apparently Osric had been doing his homework. He takes a few longer steps to catch up with the older man, falling in behind and to Osric's left. He remains silent, waiting to hear what Osric has to say first.
Nothing is said from the point he turns and heads into camp till you both have entered a large tent, carrying your trays. Once inside he indicates a table with six chairs, "Have a seat," he offers. "Alright, Lladdwyr, this is a safe environment, lets be straight with one another," Osric begins. "I may have a job for you, but first I need to know your military experience, if any, and your area of expertise. So, please, do tell."
Lladd pokes at some beans experimentally as Osric speaks, then takes a tiny bite, not sure what to expect of camp food. He gives Osric a steady stare for a moment, then shrugs with a faint smile, setting down his fork. "I've little formal military expertise, with fighting or commanding," he admits. "Stealth is more where I come in. I'm a contract killer by trade."
Lladd tosses the pitcher and grabs the dagger for himself before going back into the fray. He's hoping any liquid still inside would provide additional distraction.
Osric was also looking for a weapon of opportunity and the pitcher crashes against his temple, as his head was slightly turned. He looks up at you for a fraction of a second before his body collapses to the ground.
Lladdwyr wastes no time in crossing the gap between them. Knife between his teeth, he takes Osric's head in both hands. As he does, Osric regains semi-consciousness. His eyes meet Lladd's and he whispers, "I know who you are." But he is committed and already in motion. lladdwyr gives Osric's head an expert twist, severing all tendons and grinding the top vertebrae to dust. Osric's body goes completely limp.
Lladd's contact answers with audio only. ~Yes?~
"The contract is fulfilled," Lladdwyr states succinctly.
There is a short moment of confusion as is often the case when contacting the newly departed. But it passes quickly and Osric responds. ~You!~ The word drips with anger. ~What more could you possibly want?~ he asks.
Lladd conveys a mental shake of the head. ~Very little at the moment, sir. However, I wished to convey that my actions of course had nothing to do with you personally.~
The confusion returns. ~What? What do you mean?~ Then realization hits. ~You were hired? Who hired you?~ he demands.
~Now sir, you must realize I can't tell you that,~ Lladdwyr replies. ~But it is good to know you have successfully passed on. You will have plenty of time to mull over the possibilities,~ he adds without any hint of irony.