ANON: "The Perch seems to be the center of the distortion."
The Al'Kesh drops Spy off near where the Delta Greens sighted the hulking warrior... and he immediately and quite literally runs into the Black Swordsman.
"Hey, watch where you're going," Guts murmurs, looking completely unconcerned at the somewhat sinister appearance of Spy in his normal wear.
"Ah, pardon me," Spy says, executing a half bow. "Actually, I was looking for you."
"Were you now? A lot of people are. Most end have ended up dead," Guts comments, eying Spy. "I'd be careful if I was you."
"I assure you, I am always am," Spy says, withdrawing a cigarette from his case and lighting it. "Smoke? No? Very well. I was sent to find you to make an offer I think you will... enjoy."
"Get to the point," Guts says. "If it's a job, I have more important things to do that mercenary work right now."
"Nothing that ordinary," Spy says, snapping the case closed and taking a drag off his cigarette. "I represent a group of... gentlemen that want to see this Lord Griffith dead. Gentlemen with the power to make it happen. Gentlemen who know a little of your past and with the common courtesy to allow you to be the one that makes it happen."
Guts growls for a moment, then narrows his eyes. A hand goes to the sword over his back for a moment, but as it touches the blade, he pauses.
"I'm listening. But I'd better like what I hear."