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-Plans, you say? I just finished reviewing the proposed contracts. - Sarnissa said in a voice devoid of any emotion, briefly summarizing the contents of the letters to Dorian.
After considering the information received, the mercenary decided to express his opinion: - Expeditions are a long affair, and there will be a lot of people, well, other guys like us.
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a hell of a lot. Has anyone actually seen the treasures? Maybe they don't even exist, and even if they do, good luck getting them. Overall, I don't like this. The assassination is also a dubious matter; the target is clearly not an ordinary mortal, which means more problems. It's not a job for the whole squad. Nonsense. The prison is more interesting, but you can get into trouble with the authorities. It doesn't seem like storming a prison is something a gang like ours can handle. War? Ha-ha-ha, no. A contract to deal with bandits is a good option. The authorities will be pleased, the money is decent, and the loot... - Dorian remembered the hidden cave where the gang he used to be a part of had its hideout. - If you ask me, I would choose the bandits; it's as simple as that. In the worst case, the prison.
Believing that they had already discussed everything, Dorian left the leader's office with relief and headed to the nearest tavern to have a pint of beer. We will probably determine the deadlines and other details very soon (NEVER), so let's assume that somehow, somehow, they agreed on something. Someone will run around the city and gather people for the party later.
Tomorrow holds no promises Except the ones we've made