"What the flying fuck did I got myself into?", Yashar thought to himself while cleaning the orc's saliva from his face. "Do NOT TOUCH ME AGAIN. EVER. You are in MY tower. Do that again and you and that humongous beast outside will be vaporized before you have time to reach for that awfully oversized axe." Yashar's eyes were in a deep shade of red, his pupils and iris gone. His hands were glowing with a an energy that seemed to absorb all the light around them.
Yashar sighed heavily, returning to his normal state as quickly as he turned. "Now, if you could behave yourself for a few minutes, we have business to tend to." Without waiting for an answer, he went upstairs to find the half-elf who went straight ahead. The lack of education from those hirelings was surprising. "Who the fuck just goes upstairs without saying a word? I'd expect more from someone with humam blood. Even this fucking orc waited for me. And he just spat in my face. Hell, I can even smell his last meals!" He had another deep breath while on the way up, trying to not kill both of them and just hire a few human lowlifes instead.
"You have some balls, half blood. Walking around freely through my tower, touching my property without regard for even your own safety. And the biggest of your offences: coming here after being burned by my ward." He let his eyes turn red again before continuing "You'd think I wouldn't notice?".
"Now, if we're done with hostilities, I think we can get to the part where I get what I want and you get rich." His eyes were back to normal. He walked around the room casually, stopping behind his chair. "My name is Yashar and if you guys have something more than air between your ears, you'd notice I'm a wizard." He went around his chair and sat on it, crossing his legs in a rather feminine position. He examined something in his small crystal ball before putting it in a pocket in his robe and proceeding "One of my enemies wants to grab something I want", He was talking in a very condescending tone, as if they were stupid children who needed special care, "And I don't want him to have it. It's very, very important to me that you grab it before he does. When you get it, you bring it back to me, and you get what you want."
Yashar walked around the table and sat on top of it. He was talking in his normal tone again, maybe with a small cocky touch to it, "Now, if we're to make business, we ought to know each other. First tell me who you are, then why you came and finally what you expect. You boy", he said, turning once again to the half elf, "You also tell me what you're scribbling there!"
Standing up with a broad smile, he added with as a small side note "Ohh! And I truly hope you didn't touched anything here while you were alone. More than half of that stuff is actually cursed!"
Yashar crossed the room, standing next to the door, forcing his visitors to turn on the chairs if they wanted to see him. "If you could be quick, there is a big guy coming up, and I'd rather talk to him alone"