[h1][center][color=bc8dbf]Fox O’Donovan[/color][/center][/h1]

	Three Dragons in hand already. Fox had never even seen one of these legendary coins, and now he had a bag that contained [i]three[/i] of them. A smart man could live off of these three coins for a long, long time. Fox could just take the money now and leave, live the rest of his life in relative peace. He could give up bounty hunting, even sell the farm, and just hide away somewhere. Maybe...maybe he could take his family with him and take care of them. Last he heard, they were still working the farms in Isthia.

	[i][color=bc8dbf]Or...Or I can do the job and get more of these beauties.[/color][/i]

	Fox was sitting outside the tavern that Eolas and the rest of the crew had met at. He watched them all depart, a mismatched crowd of killers tailing an aging Ventus scholar. [i][color=bc8dbf]I’ve ne’er seen such a ridiculous sight in me life.[/color][/i] From the tavern’s porch, Fox could just barely make out the boat they were settled on in the distance. Right about now, the mercenaries were likely being offered the same deal Fox was mulling over: 3 Dragons for silence, and more for the actual job.

	[i][color=bc8dbf]Tch, some job. We don’t even know if the Eye of Yizzy-Gravel even exists. This is prob’ly a wild goose chase...[/color][/i]

	On top of that, taking on this job meant returning to Vrent. For anyone else, that’s no issue. For Fox though...it meant even more danger for himself. Plus, that meant an added risk for anyone else that decided to take this crazy offer. If he takes the job, should he tell the others? Keep it to himself? If Fox revealed that there were men looking for him, it meant revealing his true identity, which may just put him in even more danger. A bounty hunter such as himself may just consider turning a colleague in for a chance at a reward.

	Fox reached into his left coat pocket and pulled out a polished silver flask. [i][color=bc8dbf]If it comes t’ that, I’ll let ‘em know. Fer now...3 Dragons is a lot. But more Dragons are better. Jus’ need t’ wait fer th’ol’ man ‘n th’ gang.[/color][/i] He uncorked the flask and took a hefty swig from it, the burning taste of the liquid swirling in his mouth and throat. Looking back over to Eolas’ boat, Fox noticed they were pulling back to the docks. It was time to give Eolas an answer, and to meet his companions for this adventure.

	Fox arrived just as two Ulla skittered up to the docks, likely being transportation arranged by the old Ventus. The enormous spider-like beings always made Fox a bit nervous, but he would hold off the fright for his first meeting with the others. There were few better way to damage your reputation as a battle-hardened bounty hunter than by revealing a fear of spiders.

	Fox finally strode into view of the others, getting his first good look at everyone’s faces. There was a very young man that dressed as a gallant knight, but his demeanor didn’t seem to match his appearance. Fox would have to keep an eye on this one. Walking uneasily along the docks was a Herwenian man carrying a bow, doing his best not to puke up his guts. Out of the group, the most imposing figure was a Venar warrior strutting with animalistic power in his gait. [color=bc8dbf][i]This’ll be interesting.[/i][/color] Thankfully, there was one that was actually shorter than Fox: a dark-skinned, elderly woman. She may have looked small and frail, but her expression and air reeked of dangerous experience. Fox wouldn’t have been surprised if she was the most dangerous of the bunch. The last of the mercenaries were two towering human males: one a scrawny lad stinking of academia, and the other a heavily armored warrior bearing a broadsword. Fox had never seen such a vastly different band of fellows.

	Fox breathed in and prepared to deliver his performance. With his left arm, Fox handled his cane blade, the metal tip thumping against the wood of the docks with every step. With his free hand, he reached for his bowler hat and held it against his chest. Fox bared a friendly grin beneath his massive mutton-chop goatee, then bowed extravagantly.

Purposely reducing the thickness of his accent, Fox delivered his greetings with perfect polish and manner, “[color=bc8dbf]Greetings, my fellow soldiers of fortune! A pleasure to meet you all.[/color]” Fox straightened his posture back to normal, still clutching the hat to his chest. “[color=bc8dbf]I am...Malcolm DuBeaux. Gentleman. Plantation Owner. And Bounty Hunter.[/color]” Still smiling, Fox turned to look straight at Eolas, “[color=bc8dbf]My friend, Eolas...if you haven't guessed already, I would be more'n happy to take up a chance to see the Eye of Yvazgrul for m'self, and to earn a few more Dragons in the process.[/color]”

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