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Flamboyant gestures aside, the man who was apparently ‘Vincent’ now made more sense than Joseph could currently make on his own with the situation. He sighed, throwing the dagger in his right hand to the ground, burying it’s point in the charred wood amidst the clearing dust, and rubbed his stinging nose. It wasn’t broken, thankfully, but it hurt like hell, and was beginning to bleed. He was mildly pleased that he’d at least ruined the man’s boot as recompense for the night’s festivities. He still held his other dagger out toward the dust-covered man, though, just in case. Though, he mused, I suppose he could have killed me any number of times during the night. The dagger stayed up anyway.
“You know,” Joseph said, “There are better ways to invite one to an ‘eccentric’ group that don’t involve burning down an inn and nearly breaking my nose. A letter works nicely in most cases,” He finished, wiping the last few drops of blood that had appeared from his nose.
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Vincent shrugged as he fished through his coat once more, he didn’t say a word, but simply dug through his coat before pulling out a large purse of coins and chucked it at Joseph. “I believe that is your payment for ‘killing me’” he said putting air quotes around the last phrase. “Now if you would like more money without having to pedal Salvarian Cotton to stupid fucks who have no idea what a real assassin is you can join me.” he paused and pulled out an envelope from his coat and crossed the room to hand it to him.
“Letters are boring though, I’ve been all over the world looking for other people like you, after finding the fifth recruit you get really bored of the same old song and dance.” he patted Joseph on the back and walked past him, brushing ashe off of his robes. “So…” he paused and turned back to the killer merchant. “You coming or what?” he glanced at his ruined boot for a moment and growled. “I’m going to need to stop by a craftsman to replace that...it was a gift from a friend…”
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Joseph caught the purse with his off hand, sheathing his dagger slowly as Vincent approached. He took the letter as well, looking after him as he brushed the dust off his coat. The man was undoubtedly, certifiably, undeniably insane; but the purse was heavy in his hand and the letter seemed to promise more where that came from. He pocketed the coin and opened the letter. It read:
"Seriously though, are you gonna follow me or what? We have a boat to catch at dawn"
This time he did chuckle, coughing in the nearly-settled dust. He blew a bit of congealed blood from his nose, picking up his other dagger as he did so. He may be a madman, but he’s rich and doesn’t want to kill me, at least not now. He smiled, dusting himself off and walking past Vincent.
“Come on, I know a guy.” He was a merchant, after all.
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Name of Thread: Joseph, merchant
Judgement Type: Workshop Submission
Participants: redrout and Cards of Fate
Rewards:
redrout receives:
560 EXP
84 GP
Cards of Fate receives:
625 EXP
72 GP
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