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Xindaris
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The bill was up a month in advance. It was a simple bill: Wanted: Able-bodied people, in need of coin, to form a band of hunters. Share coin from each hunt equally. The rest was a place, day, and time to meet. And, one by one, they did come. Perhaps none of them expected to find a grizzled old man missing a leg sitting on the other end of the table, inviting each in turn in his gruff tone to sit down while they waited for the others. Perhaps some recognized him as the bartender, for he had not been able to post the bill more than a block or two from his home and place of work.
Angar didn't much care what they thought of him. He sat there, fixing each one in turn with his iron glare. He knew how to look friendly, but now wasn't the time. They were going to be fighting together, and he would need to have an idea what they could do for him. Any old soldier could take one look at a guy and tell how strong he was, how confident; but a good general would know better than to make assumptions.
When it was a half-hour after everyone was supposed to be there, he finally sat up. His hunched stature had hidden just how large the old veteran was, but now he towered over most of them. He cleared his throat, and spoke in a rumbling, growling voice. "Well. I think it's safe to assume we're all here. I'd say some introductions are in order. If we're going to work together, we need t'know who we all are.
"I'll start. I'm Angar Lockspeer, thirty-year vet'ran of the Itheran army. You may not have guessed it, but I can't go with you on the hunts. I'll do the bookkeeping: Find good contracts, divide up the money. I hope you're all alright with taking equal shares of each bounty. Nobody's work is unimportant. I've got some good contacts, I know who t'ask about what and how t'negotiate; any bribes we need'll come out of my pocket. I'll also give you any advice I can on how to handle a hunt, but you all should know things rarely go as planned. You'll have t'improvise."
He made a sweeping arm gesture that included everyone in the room. "Well, go on and introduce yourselves, if y'don't mind."
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Angar didn't much care what they thought of him. He sat there, fixing each one in turn with his iron glare. He knew how to look friendly, but now wasn't the time. They were going to be fighting together, and he would need to have an idea what they could do for him. Any old soldier could take one look at a guy and tell how strong he was, how confident; but a good general would know better than to make assumptions.
When it was a half-hour after everyone was supposed to be there, he finally sat up. His hunched stature had hidden just how large the old veteran was, but now he towered over most of them. He cleared his throat, and spoke in a rumbling, growling voice. "Well. I think it's safe to assume we're all here. I'd say some introductions are in order. If we're going to work together, we need t'know who we all are.
"I'll start. I'm Angar Lockspeer, thirty-year vet'ran of the Itheran army. You may not have guessed it, but I can't go with you on the hunts. I'll do the bookkeeping: Find good contracts, divide up the money. I hope you're all alright with taking equal shares of each bounty. Nobody's work is unimportant. I've got some good contacts, I know who t'ask about what and how t'negotiate; any bribes we need'll come out of my pocket. I'll also give you any advice I can on how to handle a hunt, but you all should know things rarely go as planned. You'll have t'improvise."
He made a sweeping arm gesture that included everyone in the room. "Well, go on and introduce yourselves, if y'don't mind."
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