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The skittish and overly anxious merchant crept through the room, drawing a few glances and smirks. He coughed overly loud and said in a almost squeakish voice. "I-I have a job f-f-for any interested p-parties... I d-don't have much but I'll pay well for it."

He shuddered when the room went absolutely silent, as all eyes fell upon the man many of the patrons of the bar realized probably had money on him at that very moment. Their hungry stares bore holes into him, and he began to wonder if they might murder him and take what they could from his corpse.