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He turned to the noble brat who had interrupted him. No one with proper manners would have walked in and barged into a conversation. However, he was offering work. Kalar looked into his eyes, seeing the blue in it. He had slain many foes, but none had such eyes. None of the royals or commoners had this attribute. Neither did the soldiers. All they had was red in their eyes as they craved blood. "How...nice of you to offer work. However, do you know who I am? If not, then the 'stranger act' will continue. This is for your own safety, I assure you." He walked to the bench, his cloak hiding his features. His swords on his sides were barely noticeable, but, if one were to look closely, a hump could be seen on his back. It would move up and down with his step. The woman was still binge drinking as if there was no tomorrow. His eyes darted back to the kid."Now, what is the job, how much will you pay, and do not mention your name. It is never safe to mention such things in public, as words seem to enter the minds of men, corrupting them from within," Kalar says in a low voice, as the man would be the only one to hear him.
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Laius resisted the urge to groan at the man's 'dark and mysterious' act, but he decided to go along with it. [b]"Frankly, I don't really care what your name is. You attract more flies with honey than vinegar, though. You might get more customers if you stop trying to scare everyone around you."[/b] He looked to the innkeerp, who seemed to be listening in to their conversation. [b]"If you'd be as kind, I'd like a tankard of cider and a bowl of stew."[/b] He requested in a friendly, charming manner as not to seem rude to the chubby man. He nodded, disappearing to fetch the requested items from the back. With the owner of the establishment gone, the rather charismatic prince returned his attention to the silver haired mercenary whom he was about to do business with. He reached under his cloak, into what one would assume was a satchel. He rustled about inside the satchel and removed something. Something he then revealed to the mercenary. Two large squares of gold. Bullions from the castle's treasury. If he recalled correctly, each of these chunks of gold was worth one thousand coins each. 

[b]"I had no intention of sharing my name. The mysterious mercenary act is old, the mysterious employer one is golden."[/b] He placed one of the bars on the table, sliding it towards the mercenary, pocketing the other. [b]"I need passage to Regna Ferox. Then I need to return to Plegia's capital city. With the Ylisseans combing the country side and brigands looking to prey on possible refugees, I expect resistance. You get one half payment now, one when we return."[/b] The inn keeper returned with a bowl of some kind of boiled meat and veg and a metal tankard filled with what he assumed was hard cider. He didn't much enjoy commoner food and drink, but it would do. [b]"Thank you, my man."[/b] He reached to his satchel once more, tossing a couple coins to the older gentleman before his eyes slid towards his soon to be guardian, gauging his reaction.