Arriving earlier in the day the Ice leopard had found one of the more comfortable and least broken chairs in the whole Inn. With a stack of twelve shot glasses and three drained mugs of mead, Kell was fairly well on the side of buzzed. The noise had risen steadily as she waited for happy hour, knowing it would be the busiest time.
Pulling the now soggy stick of what had been a blueberry sucker from her mouth and dropping it into one of the empty glasses, she eyed everyone in the bar.
Cut throats, killers, brigands, pirates, swords for hire...all of them willing to make a buck over a life.
The thoughts made her think more and more about if she was really willing to do this. Tomb raiding had failed as profession due to every Tom, Dick and Harry and their dogs scouring just about every old stone in the known lands.
She coughed, clearing her throat as she slid her chair back a little and stood up. Placing one foot on the chair she climbed up and placed the other on the table.
Holding her hands up she let a great arch pop between them, making a sound like a small gunshot. With the room momentarily silenced she spoke with as much command as she had.
“Listen up ya crazy fuckers, any of ya that think you got the balls or the lack there of. I'm looking for a group of dirty bastards and bitches willing to fight for their worth. Be it ya want money or pride or any of the other spoils there of, I got a list of jobs I know of that are going to pay a killing.”
She pulled out a small black flag with a circle and a white fox in it and pinned it to the wall behind her.
“So any of you that got the stones to join the Giest Fox, step on up!”
with that she sat back down and waved a waitress over for another round of fire water.
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