Urhun Kren's Tattoo Shop

[DM Private P]

The woman laid upon the tattooist's table, her black armor piled carefully in the corner of the shop. Urhun Kren reviewed the letter of introduction again examining it carefully, nodding slowly, and asking the woman what kind of tattoo she desired. The tall, gaunt Mulan man flexed his long, delicate fingers as he stared at the woman's exposed skin appreciating the clear canvas to to exercise his art. He spoke to her slowly, "Everything is all in order my dear. The Khazark is ever so thankful for your aid in these troubled times. It was such a wonderful thing to see the results of your service to Thay."

His fingers traced over her exposed skin as he made mental notes planning out how to give what he was ordered. "She would be very pleased with the results of this," he thought to himself, "Oh yes! So few earned such rewards from the Khazark, but she had earned them with her service and dedication to Thay. If others began to prove themselves he would have to make time for more seeking his services should they too impress the Khazark."