"And I'm up for hire.."-replied the man, taking a short pause to drink some more-"..what's the job?"- he finished without even turning to look at the half elf.

Taking jobs from strangers was the last thing that he would do under normal circumstances. But under normal circumstances he would have a plan and a clear path of action to follow. He had none of those now. All he had was a big dragon to kill and a lot more booze to drown.

What's more, he couldn't care less for the man or the problem that ailed him. The world had gone to shit and everyone had problems, he himself more than others. So in the end he could just leave with the front payment. His reputation as a professional killer wasn't worth shit now with the world ending and most of the population going crazy.