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"Someone doesn't doesn't listen well," Keiran noted the appearance of a dwarf that talked nobly enough. " I said take what YOU can take YOURSELF," with that Keiran shoved the noble towards the slave, swiftly drawing a throwing knife in the process.

"Start swinging Chuckles, I could care less if the watch wants a price. You get what your own prowess wins. Put simply: Kill him yourself, take the money from us if you can, or find out how hard I can throw one of these." Keiran twirled the throwing knife between two fingers as he presented his options. Mentally he knew guards were coming, and he wasn't sticking around for when they got here. "Hood boy," Keiran causally addressed the executioner, "This is Chuckle's problem, you step in and so do I. Fair enough everyone?Seems like an even 50-50 to me."