[b]"Well isn't that an annoyance... lady I will sign on permanently if we get to hunt something big down. Preferably something that I can make a feast out of, because it sounds like you need a sniper, a hunter and a trap layer if you have any hope of securing a location foreseeable future. Original amount for me when we first take it, then three hundred for the traps I might be wasting then you buy every round of ammunition for me, I will sort out my own food and drink. If you want to know this I am Elias Lewellyn Powell, or The Commonwealth Carver or The Capital Hunter. I honestly prefer Lewellyn but the nicknames carry more weight."[/b] Lewellyn concedes, realising he'd make a profit from the woman then with just hunting some local menace for a nearly helpless village. 

[b]"Barkeep, for the mess the abomination caused. I'd kill the brute for you but I at least respect people's livelihoods and workplaces, something they could never do." [/b] Lewellyn apologises, placing a full bottle of scotch on the bar and picking up the body of the thin ghoul. [b]"You're not smart, you didn't think about these people, about that man there. Any smart or wise man can respect someone's struggles, ghouls especially. You are just the next mutant in the chain, identically uncaring and brutal. Some sick organisation must have mass produced you, identical to the last murderous thing."[/b] Lewellyn accuses with a hint of rage in his voice, trying to clear up what's left on the floor to the best of his ability.