[center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjExNi5mZjAwMDAuUm1sMlpRLjA/allowing-freedom-demo.regular.webp[/img][/center] [color=red][b]Time:[/b][/color] Late Morning / Early Afternoon [color=red][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi City / The Nest [color=red][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Scathael [@Apex Sunburn], [@Alivefalling], Mari [@princess], and Thraash [@funnyguy] [color=red][b]Current Equipment: [/b][/color] Massive adamantine greatsword w/ Ethereal enchantment, heavy full-plated adamantine armor, magic nullification enchanted cuffs, standard backpack, rope (up to 50ft), wayfinder and timeteller, fire starter kit, first aid kit, chemist set to produce different mixtures for his fogger device, and small kit for minor repairs and maintenance [hr] A silent Five remained quite and focused, contemplating Mari's alternative offer. Their target was a manticore. Five had hunted many creature, typically large game that netted him plenty of amas. A manticore on the other hand was a different kind of beast all together; a mesh of limbs from other creatures and paired with an impressive intellect and uncanny powers. If the rabbit girl's words were true, it had even enlisted the services of a group of goblins. The small green-skins wouldn't pose any immediate threat to most veteran adventures, unless they were highly coordinated. Especially true if they were following the directives from a Manticore. Should such a hunt be successful and with minimal damage suffered, the income gained would far surpass Mari and Thraash's combined bounties, easily recuperating the expenses of tracking the pair down and enough left over to even consider a tune-up or even a partial overhaul of his framework. Yet, was taking up such a dangerous task worth it? Further more, would working with known criminals in the long term invite unwanted attention from dark elf officials? Mari's apparent confidence aside, he could still finish off Thraash now within the moment of a second and then cut down the others soon afterwards. Though the income in comparison wouldn't completely make up for prior expenses, requiring him to immediately look for new work elsewhere. A bellow of steam jetted from his helm, followed by a droning guttural growl. Part of him hoped they would've simply paid off their bounty or make a worst offer, justifying his execution of all three of them as a response. It was times like this he found the costly complication of his body an annoyance. Money, to him, was a life blood. And having more on hand made such complications quickly vanish. The moment the ejected steam had evaporated, the sword which hovered over Thraash's head ascended away, finding its way back to the magnetic birth that was Five's armored back. [color=red][b]<>[/b][/color] Five began, [color=red][b]<>[/b][/color] Though he eyes still remained fixed to their respective targets, he momentarily regarded the dragonborn still lying on the floor, but no doubt recovering by now. The sensation of cutting him down still remained but he would remain true to his words, [color=red][b]<>[/b][/color]