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Djedkare nodded sagely. "For a savage that reeks and looks like an untamed dog, you are quite erudite. I'm afraid I mistook you for a demon, and not merely someone who had been born under the wrong ancestors. I'm sure you can understand my consternation of such beings as you, especially in such a land host to naught but liars and monsters."

 Djedkare idly clicked his teeth together as he pondered what this creature could mean by 'favors' and 'paying'. Its knowledge and fearfulness of 'warlords' was very heartening. Any people worth their salt understood the plight of being subjugated. A good stay under a brutal regime builds strong workers and religious epiphanies. From what the other savages had told, Djedkare could easily tell they hadn't experienced the hardships that come from living in the shadow of one's foe. A cluster of beetles rose up in Djedkare's bowels in sympathetic fury, and quickly settled down.

 "Answer me this, friend: what is it that you do, that you feel you deserve [i]payment[/i] for? Choose your next words carefully, for I may have a... future occupation for you. I can always respect someone who is willing to put in excellent work for excellent pay, as I am sure you can relate."