What the Hel!

"My dear friends." Harlequin threw his arms wide. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the foul murder you are about to commit in my name. Oh except for you my sweet." He held his palms up towards Luna in mock concern.

"The contract between us is a simple one. I will give you three names, and you will kill three truly terrible people. You will be making the world a better place I assure you."

"Give us the names and get out of my inn." Balar growled.

"I will give you one name for now and it is that of my dear sweet sister."

"You can't be serious." Tiella spat.

"My dear I am always serious."

"Who is his sister?" Luna asked.

"Hel." Balar said flatly, "You want us to kill the queen of the underworld. Have you finally gone completely insane?"

"And how do we even get at her." Tiella asked.

"You must find a necromancer of course, do I need to tell you everything. My sister is currently vulnerable, the Ragnarock took a great deal out of her."

"I thought the gods were dead." Luna said flatly.

"Oh they are me dear, but she was only ever half a God to start with, and now she is less than that."

"Where will we find your necromancer clown." Luna pressed.

Harlequins eyes flash dangerously and his colours shifted to blood red and black. "Details bore me." He sneared. He snapped his fingers and vanished into a cloud of shadows. As the cloud disapated the fire light returned to its normal colour.

A disembodied voice echoed around the common room, "Hurry along now children, my friends are still eating the village so you can probably sneak past them if you are quick. Oh and Luna dear, call me a clown one more time and I will gut you. I am the Harlequin, son of Loki the rightful heir to Asgard and the throne of the Allfather!" Then he was gone.

OOC : Can you e-mail me the precise words whispered in Harleqins ear please. The future happiness of Majvoc may depend on it ;)