Snippet #999712

Eryaron threw his boots up onto the desk before him, his red eyes glaring up at the man before him; by the looks of him, a wealthy noble. Eryaron could tell by the pompous look and luxurious attire. Well, if he hoped for any better treatment or respect out of Eryaron, he was dead wrong. Eryaron treated all his clients the same; like rocks on the side of the road. He figured even if they were paying him, he was doing them a good favour by not simply cutting them down and taking the money himself.

"So allow me to clarify," Eryaron said in a mockingly polite tone. "You want us to go to some ruin and get you a book? Are you mad or something? Why should we play fetch with you and your precious book when we can do a better job for better pay?'

"Because you won't get much better pay than this for a cake job like this," the noble, undaunted, took the contract before him, and, dipping the pen before him in the inkstone, scribbled down a number, and then passed the paper to Eryaron. Eryaron's eyes swept over the paper, and then returned to glare at the man.

"You really are mad, paying this much for a book..." Eryaron hissed softly. "But I'm for it. I'm sure Durzo will agree, if he ever gets back."