05-25-2018, 12:06 PM
The door bursts open, and in is shoved an Istan woman. She stood about 5’4” although she was barely standing tall as she was shoved inside, long blue hair which fell out of her hood and around her face, and sea green eyes that were wide with fear and carried worry in the form of dark circles under them. She crashed into the side of a large wooden crate and quickly righted herself before backing around its corner. “H-hey guys... What's with the rough treatment?” She asked a false ignorance made her voice waver. They had taken her daggers, but she grabbed for the left one still. “I still have a few days to get the money I owe your boss.”
At this point, a man almost as short as her came in through the foggy dim light. He was a man that enjoyed frequently eating, and showed it. Between his excessive weight and the stains ever present on his clothes. His fat fingers were adorned with gaudy rings, but in the right was a cobra head cane. “Indeed, you do Skye. But I know how difficult it would be to come up with 50,000 gold pieces in such a short time frame.” He came closer, the oak wood tapping the hard ground of the warehouse. “That’s why I wanted to give you an option B. See, there’s a man in town that I need you to retrieve and bring here to me.” He lifts up his staff and points the hissing cobra head towards a wagon-sized cage. It looked like the things you moved animals with. “Specifically to that.”
She stared at the two big men, then braved the action of pulling herself around the corner to see what he was pointing at. The sun came through the cracks in the roof, making the cage look like a cell. She swallowed hard and pushed back into her cubby hole. “That's it? He gets in the cage and I'm debt free?”
The smile on his face looked a little like the face his cane was making. “Absolutely. As free as a canary.”
At this point, a man almost as short as her came in through the foggy dim light. He was a man that enjoyed frequently eating, and showed it. Between his excessive weight and the stains ever present on his clothes. His fat fingers were adorned with gaudy rings, but in the right was a cobra head cane. “Indeed, you do Skye. But I know how difficult it would be to come up with 50,000 gold pieces in such a short time frame.” He came closer, the oak wood tapping the hard ground of the warehouse. “That’s why I wanted to give you an option B. See, there’s a man in town that I need you to retrieve and bring here to me.” He lifts up his staff and points the hissing cobra head towards a wagon-sized cage. It looked like the things you moved animals with. “Specifically to that.”
She stared at the two big men, then braved the action of pulling herself around the corner to see what he was pointing at. The sun came through the cracks in the roof, making the cage look like a cell. She swallowed hard and pushed back into her cubby hole. “That's it? He gets in the cage and I'm debt free?”
The smile on his face looked a little like the face his cane was making. “Absolutely. As free as a canary.”
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
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