George lightly walked over towards the held piece of paper, whisking the parchment into his hold. In only a short moment of slowly reading it aloud to himself, he began shaking his head. 
"No good," he said aloud, "I can't exactly accept these terms, not without a few changes." He turned towards the masked man with a wry smile.
"On any day, I can choose whether or not to leave." Although George couldn't see behind the mask, he could sense the face the masquerade was making. Before the masked man could reply, George intercepted him with a wall of cunning charm and a business man's confidence.
"Now don't start having a coniption. For these changes, I'll only recieve my pay at the end of each week, a mere single silver at that. In addition, should I choose to flee without announcement, feel free to uproot my head. Any borrow equipment will be relinquished upon leaving. How does that sound?" He smiled at the masked man, gesturing his hands to signify an absolute steal of a deal.
[@Elevation]