“Hey there…” Djakara said, sliding down into another chair at the human’s table without waiting to be invited. “You’re new in Alerar, right? I’ve got a job, the kind of job that can get you in good with some of the big locals here, and also pay right. You interested?
The first that that shot into the mind of the young hero as he looked towards the new company he had managed to draw was “rude.” Though he was taught specifically never to judge those that just present themselves to you, he couldn’t help it. This person had just sat down before his drink was even served as like some pre-order completion entertainment. But immediately Arsenic had it in his mind that the proposition would help out his acquaintance more than it would himself, and even still would this person be even considered a companion or more of a passer by?
Arsenic put his hands on the table, drumming exposed fingers against the hard wood top. The drumming became soft taps, and the taps became no more than his finger tracing the age lines in the wood. He found it remarkable, that even though he didn’t take part in selfish tasks this one in particular did seem interesting. But like everything else, agreeing to something important leads to a ruckus. And like a cued tape, or a track record that was set on pause only to resume at a quick pace, the fun never ended and it always began with one line.
“I wouldn't be sneaky if I were you, I'm here with bombs…”
Right on time…
And after that line, there were always the henchmen with bags, extracting goods from the patrons of a tavern. Though Arsenic’s hand was stayed on his weapon, he knew what would be in the best interest of the people within the tavern, and soon the sack was moved in his direction. His weapon was eyed and soon enough he was motioned to turn the curved blade over; of course it was pried away with much hesitation. Damascus was once again out of his reach, and it looked as if he was to get it back he would be proving himself once more.
Sadness mixed with anger, flitted into his system as he watched the henchman walk off with his prized weapon. But alas, all our hero could do now is allow them a safe passage and retain his weapon another time. Then he turned to the fellow that approached him earlier.