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I went into the tavern of the city of Agimotna and decided to have a beer, something to eat, and listen to the latest gossip! Maybe I can earn some money? Because after my last purchase, I'm a little short on cash)
But first, I'll hide my terrible face with my black, shadow-like cloak.
The local armorer is looking for a warrior to help clear the mine of demons.
Mercenary Exchange, Arachnofren*
— Honorable 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 crazy? We'll go to other mercenaries!
— And you'll lose everything you offer them... Alavris, you can get 50 gold from the Guild!!!
— 800!
— 850!
— 825!
— Deal! Well, who is my target?
— Uhm... a dragon. That's his name, why are you so...
— Alavris, are you warm-blooded?*I show my fangs*
— N-no! I'm d-dead!
— Oh, 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 leave tomorrow.
*an hour later*
Damn Necromancer Guild! Damn clients! Should I go drink some blood at the "Slumbering Artery"? T-teks... There's a job... 10 gold advance and (damn clients!) 60 silver... I need to exchange it... I'll go to the "Alchemist's Corner," maybe they have some dope – people buy it well... I'll exchange it there too...
With these thoughts, I ran to the "Alchemist's Corner" – a private alchemy shop.
