Phone Call to Phoenyx

[Solomon Kane]

Solomon pulled over outside the city lines, digging the phone out of his leather jacket and dialing the number he'd been given.

"Hey," he said, a vaguely gruff and slightly southern burr to the voice, "Name's Sol.. Solomon Kane. Got yer info from a friend an' lookin to come inta town fer a bit. Heard tell yer the person to talk at."

[Phoenyx]

"I see." The voice on the other end has a hint of an Asian accent. "What is the nature of your stay? Is this to do with training, or are you interested in archery supplies?"

[Solomon Kane]

There is a faint bark of laughter amid the background sound of the motorcycle's engine.

"Yeah," he replies, clearly amused at the turn of phrase. "Archery supplies. Lookin' for the local club, places to shoot, ya know."

[Phoenyx]

The voice doesn't seem to change responding to the laughter.

"Very well. You should have received the club's address alongside this number. You can meet me at [date, time] or we have a meeting scheduled next week where you could meet multiple members. Your choice."

Phoenyx is offering to meet, or you can attend the next Concillium which will go up next week. Concilliums are sticky threads so would happen before a private scene with Phoenyx would close, but it's up to you

[Solomon Kane]

"Yea, that works for me. I can bum around a bit for a week," he replies. "I'm good to be around until then?"

[Phoenyx]

"That should be fine," the voice replies. "See you soon."

The line goes dead.