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Haiku Hitman
- Glowing Drow, Industrial Empire, Months ago -
The Purrsians' ears perked at the intimidating growling. He looked behind him and was momentarily befuddled at all the fingers pointed his way. He looked back at the barman to see if they were pointing at him instead, but no, he had already backed away as the heavily scarred man lumbered over.
Mr. Bronson released a shaky breath he didn't know he had been holding when the intimidating man asked about the job. "Yes, yes it is." said the black cat, as he clutched his side, chuckling in relief. The shape of a gun protruded from his vest. "My your tall, I thought you were going to beat me up." he extended a furry paw to shake. "Devon Bronson." he added, chipper. "Welcome to the adventure."
* * * *
After hearing his name, the tailor joined Sabaton at his lonely table, where he showed him the contract of employment. "It's only the usual, summary of pocket expenses from here to the land of the giants, remunerations, funeral arrangements and so forth." he said, with the amiable air of a businessman who knew his trade.
The contract read about how the job was going to take two months, and that he will be paid a hefty sum now to get started, and then the rest of the reward when the task is finished. Indeed there were funeral arrangements that depended whether or not one's body could be retrieved, though his closest relatives will be informed, and there was a waiver that said Devon Bronson was not liable for any injury including, but not limited to: lacerations, evisceration, incineration, frost bite, and/or being eaten alive.
He also asked about Sabaton's work history too, if he's ever done much fighting, and if he's encountered giants and mammoths before.
They talked late into the afternoon, and if the warrior would sign the contract, they would be off straightaway to the Dark Realm bright and early tomorrow morning.
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