"Agreed." Adenn said with a dark grin on his face, slipping a thin armor plate under his shirt discreetly.
The group moved towards a well-known Mercenary hang out, the Amnesia bar, club, and swoop-racers hub. The sun was setting, customers were pouring in, and a few roaring bursts of laughter could already be heard from inside.
In not to long, well armed men and women would come stumbling out, intoxicated enough to be relieved without much trouble. Without a word, they split up and lingered around the entrance of the bar, appearing to be completely unconnected with each other.