Snippet #2044902

Erik successfully resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the Apprentice, knowing full well that she wouldn't dare make a move without the approval of the Gravelord. Her feeble attempt at hiding her nervousness amused him; however, the amusement was void from his face, nonexistent.

However, the words "better offer" brought a small shock to Erik. Everyone knew that Gravelords never, ever offered better than what you did. If anything, they only shifted it to what items they did have that were of about equal value--and to do that required great skill as a salesman and haggler, and even then it was near but impossible. To be offered more, especially with what the Gravelord was offering, had to have a catch...

"A job?" Ah, there it was. Doing some dirty work. He stroked his chin in thought. In reality, he was pretty much held to take this job. He would be a fool not to. But he wasn't going to give the satisfaction of that knowledge to the Gravelord. "Go on."