The room was filled with smoke, poorly lit, and the customers were quietly ignoring each other; a perfect storybook example of an illicit meeting, exactly as Elessar planned... Details are always a bitch though. The smoke was nauseating and burned ones eyes terribly if someone sat in it for long enough.
Which he had, Elessar sat in the same chair he's been sitting in for at least an hour... waiting "Come on, I know I didn't specify a time, but you'd think he'd have been watching for me to enter..." he mutters quietly to himself, looking at all the customers in the dingy bar, not certain if any of them even -could- be the man he's looking for.

Cerin hangs down over the room's window for a moment, grumbling and pulling a cowl over his mouth. A small pick and an opening later, Cerin slips himself through the window, dusting himself off. "Sorry it took a while, I had to teach some bitch's husband a lesson," he says, taking a few steps up, "What do you need done, then?"

Elessar looks Cerin up and down as he approached, giving a small scoff "You don't look like much, are you certain you'll be up to the job?" it was said only partially out of irritation, but Elessar really just wanted to see how the mercenary would react "I'm not even certain you are who I think I'm looking for."

Cerin pulls a small knife from his belt and throws it at Elessar, embedding the blade in the wood of the chair a few inches from his neck. "Cerin, at your service," he says, letting his cloak fall back down over his torso, "Please, though- Do tell me what job you don't think I can finish."

Elessar chuckles and reaches up, grasping the knife and flinging it back, not bothering to follow it up, fully expecting the mercenary to catch it "Bravado; I was hoping for diplomacy, but bravado works" he smiles and sits forward a bit "I need people who know what they're doing, and you certainly think you do, if I believe you're who you say you are" he knows he's playing at a dangerous game with the mercenary, simply hoping the man isn't too proud to listen before deciding to slash throats.

Cerin snatches up the knife with his metal arm, before placing it back in its sheath. "When you ask what a man can do, he'll do it," Cerin explains, before walking over to lean on a wall, "If you want a job done, you need to tell me what it is."

"It isn't just one job I'm offering you, but a position. I'm building an army, and I wanted to start at the top of the list" Elessar grins somewhat, steepling his fingers before his face "Once we're fully underway, there will be plenty of money, and plenty of killing. Whichever suits your fancy the most."

Cerin sighs and pulls his hood down, giving a cross look at the man. "Look, I don't just take 'positions' willy nilly. What's the down payment on this gig?"

Elessar sits up and smiles "This is simply the recruitment. You can take any jobs want until I need you, but, this should sweeten the deal." he tosses out a pouch of coins to the middle of the table, at least 100 gold pieces inside.
Elessar sincerely hopes the mercenary doesn't take full payment up front "That is simply for coming to talk with me. When I need you, there will be five times that waiting, and a fair share of everything I take."

Cerin walks over to the table and reaches out, taking the bag, pulling it up to count the pieces inside. "Alright, fine. If you need me, you know how to find me," he says, pulling the bag under his cloak, "Is there anything else you need?"

Elessar stands and chuckles, figuring shaking hands may be out of the question with this man. The gold is contract enough "Well... Maybe one thing. Do you happen to know of a creature known as Kyuubey?"

Cerin raises an eyebrow, stepping toward the window. "That cat is a swindler," he says, pulling his hood back up, "If you want me to kill the thing, I'd be glad, but I don't even know what the fuck it is."

Elessar arches an eyebrow but shakes his head "No, I'm sure that will not be necessary for some time, if at all. Thank you for your time, I will contact you." He nods and begins to make his way towards the door "the sensible route to take anyways..." he mutters under his breath, pushing through into the clean air of the night.

Cerin climbs his way back out of the window and shuts it, moving up to the roof of the building. He jumps from rooftop to rooftop, off into the distance, bag of gold jingling.