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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][i]Where is it?![/i]... Was exactly the question Iggi himself had been asking hours ago when he was picking the scales off his poor scabby hands. But blubbering the truth - [i]I don't know! I don't know where the delivery is, I can't ask around for the guard I bribed, do you think I'm some amateur?[/i] - seemed pretty unwise in the face of this furious, drug-hungry goliath staring him down. Everyone knew Jaxon One-Eyed hated whiners even more than he hated the accursed and having one eye. Which was already putting Iggi on an unavoidable two strikes in this confrontation.

So he made like a snake and lied.

[color=F2EF85]"Safe! It's somewhere safe, [i]Jaxon,[/i] my friend,"[/color] the accursed spoke with a slight hissing lisp, voice crackling like a young fire sizzling tinder. His transparent youth spoiled his front of confidence and made him appear punkish and unbearably punchable. [color=F2EF85]"You think I'm going to just walk around all [i]these [/i]thugs[/color] [color=808080](he made sure to gesture towards the accursed side of the mess hall. The accursed satyr sitting beside him gave a disapproving "ugh")[/color] [color=F2EF85]with such premium product in my... pockets?"[/color]

He lifted his louse-bitten shawl. No pockets on the lad. Just smooth, dusty scales.

[color=F2EF85]"Besides,"[/color] he dared. Desperation was at the helm now. [color=F2EF85]"I can't just be handing over product without... confirmation that there's any coin on the horizon for me, yeah? I haven't heard a jingle since we started talking business. I should be the one asking y- hnk!"[/color]

[color=808080]Iggi made the sound of a pufferfish inhaling air as a hand seized his thin, bony neck and crunched down.[/color][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

[hider=NPCs mentioned][table][row][cell][justify][center][h3][sup][b][color=bf8c50]J A X O N[/color][/b][/sup][/h3][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fb20dc7f25ed.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hider=Story][center][h3][sup][sub]human  | 41 | warfare | handicraft[/sub][/sup][/h3][/center][color=808080]Also known as Jaxon One-Eyed or Jaxon the Cyclops; both of which he utterly despises. A short-tempered, belligerent berserker from the Free Marches, Jaxon leads the Ironhand gang in the lowest level of Bloodsand Gaol.

[i]penned by ThePigOrcEmpire[/i][/color][/hider][/justify][/cell][cell]
[justify][center][h3][sup][b][color=bf8c50]C A S T O R[/color][/b][/sup][/h3][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/4ff66c31c1a7.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hider=Story][center][h3][sup][sub]accursed | 23 | miracles | skullduggery | plunder | curse of dragon (poison)[/sub][/sup][/h3][/center][color=808080]A cold, crypt-dwelling satyr ranger from the Empire's frontiers. Performs miracles of holy, undead-repelling magicks - but all for the personal gain of looting tombs. Has a small crow griffin companion named Mica that helps her seek out shinies.

[i]penned by CabbageAngel[/i][/color][/hider][/justify][/cell][/row][/table][/hider]

[hr][right][i][color=808080]collabs - none | pc interacts - none | [@ThePigOrcEmpire][/color][/i][/right]