Mistakes

When I went to the Infiltrator missions board I was wearing an old fellows body. I'm not big on consistency especially since I know that Eris would be watching. I'll never understand everyone's fascination with me, I just don't wear the same face like them. And I can't help it that I could vaporize someone by pointing at them. I was looking up and down the board looking for a mission that spiked interest in me.

"Who's this looking at an exclusive YMS mission board." Oliver Gyr had snuck up on me. Useless ears, my disguise had perks in hiding but nothing for abilities.

"Is It your business young Oliver?! I cannot believe the level of disrespect you would show one of the only Immortals left on the planet!!!" Overacting my age came out in my voice and in my hunched back. Oliver is not smart so he looked confused then reverent. the idiot can't he remember basic species training, the Skull Hunter killed the last Immortal for a simple trophy. Oliver collapsed to the ground in a prostrate position.

"Oh Holy Immortal One please forgive my most humble soul" Humble, my foot or in actuality this old guys foot. I don't remember how to go into original form. Sad.

"Stop scraping son. Just get your mission and leave." I was tiring quickly of his grovelling.

"Yes O Majestic One." He stood grabbed the mission with the highest pay available and began to leave.

"Wait! What is the mission name of that one." I was interested in the money. With that I could finance my backup plan.

Stunned he spun around reading the mission statement. "Uhhhh, Eichengard? It's a basic protection mission only it has to do with royalty."

"I will be taking that then." I walked or more hobbled past him pulling it out of his hands surprising him. I used my particles to bind his boots to the floor then left him trapped there.

"Now lets find out about Eichengard."

Sailing a ship across the Kamran strait towards my goal of the disputed Island where Eichengard was currently engaged in a civil war between Rosenweide and my target nation. The captain of the guard was supposed to message me, though I don't quite understand how he hopes to achieve that considering there are no incoming boats on the water and a distinct distance between here and there.

"Master Mercenary, First mate Ronald Mitchell told me to inform you of an incoming message. He also asked for you to join him in the message room" He was young and handsome both things could be useful on such a high society island. I laid a hand on his shoulder, so as to take a mental image of his form.

"Lead the way"