Post by Grozer on Aug 27, 2008 19:13:30 GMT -5
Late in the evening two grimy looking men sit at the end of the bar nursing a lager and speaking in rather quiet tones, though the rumor or truth they speak of has been uttered in dark alleys and shadowed corners around the docks and slums of the city.
"Bet tha' job would pay a pretty coin or two?"
"Aye, but it also means the chance of getting killed... or worse! Haven't lifted an axe for other than chopping a tree for more than four winters."
The first man catches Talbot's irritated gaze and smiles back a bit weakly, then replies:
"Sorry Mister Talbot, work been tough to come by, soon we'll buy more then one mug o' ale."
Resuming his hushed conversation:
"Might not be a job we can talk about but damn if I aint gonna see if I can earn some coin. Ya can finish the rest of me lager.... I am heading for the Ogre and see 'bout this job for the Brotherhood."
"Bet tha' job would pay a pretty coin or two?"
"Aye, but it also means the chance of getting killed... or worse! Haven't lifted an axe for other than chopping a tree for more than four winters."
The first man catches Talbot's irritated gaze and smiles back a bit weakly, then replies:
"Sorry Mister Talbot, work been tough to come by, soon we'll buy more then one mug o' ale."
Resuming his hushed conversation:
"Might not be a job we can talk about but damn if I aint gonna see if I can earn some coin. Ya can finish the rest of me lager.... I am heading for the Ogre and see 'bout this job for the Brotherhood."