90th Spring 514AV
Fallon leaned back in her chair. For a while she had been reading the piece for a while, her eyes darting back and forth across the conditions as she internally weighed up its value. A job, and it was one that she as a mercenary could provide to. It was well within her capabilities, and she knew - despite the novice levels of her skills - she was more than capable of doing such things. The wilderness, defending, riding and controlling animals. Her lids came down into a narrow, even hunting if need be. She knew she could do it.
The season had just begun to get warm, too warm by her liking. Already in the Sunberth heat she had taken to hiding in the shade, forgoing most equipment and favouring the lighter fabrics. Shirt for one, the armour simply being slapped on over the top and the blades hung from the belt upon her waist. There was an exhale, the quickest of tugs upon the collar of her shirt with a gloved hand and then once more she returned to what was before her. The ribs still moaned their aching song, but it was near as to a full recovery as she could get - and with such notions she had to bring herself to work once more.
For a while in the murmur of the pigs foot she sat, the right hand tapping its tune upon the table top, the waving of the sheet as she inspected it carefully - if not for the occasional glance back across to the potential contractor. By all accounts he had noticed one of her fliers that she had placed up at the beginning of the season, and with a scribbled hand wrote across the back of it. And it was a request she had to clearly think through.
"So," Fallon began, feeling that accent of Bitzer brush against her. Fingers pressed the sheet upon the table top, "You require my assistance as a mercenary? Not for just one day, but for several. Out there in the Northern wilds?" She cocked her head to one side, a slight frown as she took the words into consideration, "During the summer season?" Pausing she contemplated her words, looking to choose the next ones carefully, "What exactly drew you to me for services?"
Opposite her sat a balding man, arms crossed defensively, beady eyes looking down the bridge of his crooked nose. There was a chew upon something, a click of the neck as he brought himself to respond, "Heard yeh abilities Bitzer. Gonna say, surprised to see you're a lady."
"Lot of people are," Fingers pinched at her brow, a long drawn out exhale as the man creaked in his chair. How old was he? Certainly into his forties, the tell tale signs of grey had managed to grace what hair was left, and the sink had begun to pinch and sag slightly around his eyes. For a moment she turned her gaze, eyes sweeping to the door and then down to the companion who sat at her heel. Orvin released a mighty yawn and let his sullen gaze turn up to his master.
"What abilities?" She finally brought herself to ask after a long moment of silence. Last thing she needed was someone catching wind of her being a mage. Then all the work of laying low in Sunberth would have been for nothing. She steeled her gaze upon him, a chew upon her lip before she slid her hand over to the tankard. A watered down ale, not that she complained - she deliberately asked for it so much to the confused expression of Merv. She was looking to quench her thirst, not be drunk when organising a potential job.
"Heard you're good with a blade," the man grunted, "Real lightning striker you are." Fallon raised a brow as he continued, "Apparently you're good at keeping to the job too. Don't change sides half way through. What's it... loyal?"
There was a shake of the head at that point, "No. There's a difference between being loyal, and then remembering who will be the one to spread the rumours and reputation about. Those who pay first, generally talk about the good job you do. Besides," She took a slurp from her drink at that point, "The second ones to offer are the ones that like to try and back stab me later. Messy stuff that. So, how can I and my services help you?"
