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*The Mercenary Exchange, Arachnofren*
— Esteemed sir, are you trying to bankrupt me??? 1000 gold for a dragon's head?
— What did you expect, Alavris? I don't hunt dragons for free! And... why are you shaking? The Guild is paying!*I smile broadly*
— B-but you see... my budget is 800 gold...
— Alright, Alavris, just because I respect you... 850 gold.
— Are you out of your mind? We'll go to other mercenaries!
— And you'll lose everything you offer them... Alavris, you can squeeze 50 gold out of the Guild, can't you!!!
— 800!
— 850!
— 825!
— Deal! So, who's my target?
— Ahem... a dragon. That's his name, why are you making such a fuss...
— Alavris, are you warm-blooded?*I bared my fangs*
— N-no! I'm... I'm undead!
— Ugh, I forgot my katana... never mind, live! But the money upfront!
— N-no way...
— Oh, forget it! So, where does he live? In the foothills, you said? I'll set out tomorrow.
*an hour later*
C-cursed Necromancer's Guild! C-cursed clients! Maybe I should go drink some blood at "Slumbering Artery"? T-teks... There's a job... 10 gold upfront and (c-cursed clients!) 60 silver... I need to exchange it... I'll go to "The Alchemist's Nook," maybe they have some potions – people buy them well... I'll exchange the money there...
With these thoughts, I ran towards "The Alchemist's Nook" – a private alchemical shop.
— Esteemed sir, are you trying to bankrupt me??? 1000 gold for a dragon's head?
— What did you expect, Alavris? I don't hunt dragons for free! And... why are you shaking? The Guild is paying!*I smile broadly*
— B-but you see... my budget is 800 gold...
— Alright, Alavris, just because I respect you... 850 gold.
— Are you out of your mind? We'll go to other mercenaries!
— And you'll lose everything you offer them... Alavris, you can squeeze 50 gold out of the Guild, can't you!!!
— 800!
— 850!
— 825!
— Deal! So, who's my target?
— Ahem... a dragon. That's his name, why are you making such a fuss...
— Alavris, are you warm-blooded?*I bared my fangs*
— N-no! I'm... I'm undead!
— Ugh, I forgot my katana... never mind, live! But the money upfront!
— N-no way...
— Oh, forget it! So, where does he live? In the foothills, you said? I'll set out tomorrow.
*an hour later*
C-cursed Necromancer's Guild! C-cursed clients! Maybe I should go drink some blood at "Slumbering Artery"? T-teks... There's a job... 10 gold upfront and (c-cursed clients!) 60 silver... I need to exchange it... I'll go to "The Alchemist's Nook," maybe they have some potions – people buy them well... I'll exchange the money there...
With these thoughts, I ran towards "The Alchemist's Nook" – a private alchemical shop.
"Мы не герои. Мы сильны. Мы упрямы. Мы стараемся соблюдать условия контракта. Но мы не умираем за проигравших." Костоправ
"Мы не поклонники честной игры, если ее можно избежать. Девиз Отряда – максимальная эффективность при минимальном риске." Костоправ