• Closed • Bad Bird's Dirty Work

Rising from the stony plateau overlooking the rivers and plains of the western continent, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from this same rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence, eagerly spreading its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the different factions set aside their agendas long enough to see this through?

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• Closed • Bad Bird's Dirty Work

Postby Yanahalqah » Thu Jan 04, 2018 5:39 pm

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Zi’da 54 arc 717

Etzos hadn’t changed one bit.

It still held as many stone walls and buildings, as many sour-faced people, as many crooked Black Guard, and very few worshippers of the Immortals. That last bit might just be Etzos’ only merit, though it was offset by the large amounts of madmen and lunatics standing on boxes to give speeches about the godlike beings. Then there were more drastic ones who would lynch someone in the street for simply stating they didn’t feel as strong dislike for the Immortals as the madmen did.

She’d seen one of those madmen in Foster’s just a couple trials ago, and hearing his speech, she hadn’t wanted to stick around, lest she meet his eyes and catch his mania.

Even now, traversing the streets of the city in her Eídisi form, she became acutely aware that the people themselves hadn’t changed either. The race she mimicked was known for associating with one of the Immortals, so it wasn’t that surprising she’d be given suspicious glances. A couple shopkeepers had told her to get lost too when she’d entered, though they hadn’t attacked her yet. The weaponry she carried on her probably deterred them, which was the reason she carried it all with her. It was cumbersome, yes, but she’d gone to visit her parents again, so she couldn’t really show up in her human guise.

A shame, really, since the whole point of that form had been to stop her from attracting unwanted attention when she was younger. Now she could defend herself with relative success, but back then… Times had been different.

Yana wondered idly if her parents suffered harassment on a regular basis. They’d lived in the city for more than twenty-five arcs, so she imagined that most people had at least heard of the Eídisi couple. Whether that was for better or worse, she could not say. Maybe she should ask them sometime.

The Yludih rounded some corners, her mind straying, moving back to her objective in the city. Information. There were a few people residing somewhere in or around Etzos proper, maybe in Foster’s, and she was going to find them. She had a bone to pick with them, and when she found them, they’d wish she hadn’t. However, Yana needed to find them first, of course, a task she had had little success with up until now. Zipper had said she’d help if she had time, but the woman was busy with her own goals and objectives.

Well, at least Yana –or rather, her Rayna form-- had integrated herself somewhat in the mercenary circles of Foster’s, so she could ask questions without it seeming too suspicious. By buying a couple rounds every so often the other mercenaries seemed to accept her at the least, and be relatively friendly with her at best. An accomplishment either way, as it meant they were more likely to answer her questions.

Another street joined the one Yana was walking on, forming a T. She cast her glance over it for a moment, and immediately froze in her tracks when she saw a frightening creature just a couple meters away. As if its visage wasn’t enough to haunt the dreams of even the most hardened men, it gave off an aura that screamed of danger. Her hand had already unsheathed half her blade before she stopped herself, realizing that a shortsword wouldn’t be very effective in cutting through the armor he wore, nor in stopping the mace at his hip. She had a shield that wouldn’t break, but one hit of the mace on the shield might still have a disastrous effect on her arm, she reckoned, so it’d be best if she kept her distance. Good thing she had her bow…

Though, it seemed that the creature wasn’t intent on attacking her, so she forced herself to put her weapons away, even though it made her feel as if she was staring down a pack of hungry wolves unarmed. But this was better. Not attracting its attention was probably the best course of action.
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Bad Bird's Dirty Work

Postby Noth » Mon Jan 08, 2018 11:16 am

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On the surface, the city had not changed in quite a long while. Its architecture had not changed by any grand margin, and whilst there were constantly new homes and businesses being constructed; as was the case with any flourishing city, there was not such a boom of new construction that it was something immediately noticeable beyond the norm. For the most part, the people of Etzos had remained much the same as well, their constant irritation at the yoke of the Immortals driving them to frustration and anger, their dislike of that which was different than them apparent to any who dared gaze upon them, their innate disgust with the nature of the worshippers who bent the knee to the godlings.

Yet, things had changed in recent times, they were simply hidden and difficult to perceive unless one knew where to look. The rate of petty crimes had gradually diminished, although it was evident that it had not disappeared entirely. Subsequently, the rate of more lethal and violent crimes such as robbery had increased slightly, as though it were a strange counterbalance to the drop-off of theft and pickpocketing. Slowly, carefully, the twilight hybrid had been amassing together many of the smaller and less viable gangs of the Underground, accepting new members and subjugating others until his own criminal organization had begun to grow exponentially more powerful with each passing trial.

It had been only inevitable that someone would eventually have noticed his actions, but thus far it had seemed as though the Black Guard had paid a relatively blind eye to his work in the darkness, reasoning that he had taken away a fair amount of crime through his subjugation. Nevertheless, there had always been the lingering threat that the government would suddenly take notice of his criminal activities, and surge forward with the Black Guard in response. He had been preparing for that moment since he had begun, and had since started a training regimen to better forge his scum into soldiers, criminals into no-nonsense warriors.

When word had reached him that there was trouble being stirred up in Foster’s Landing by a man he had met once before, he had become simultaneously frustrated and grateful at the implications. The fact that there was only a contractor being used to hunt him down was fascinating, because it seemed to hint that the Black Guard did not care enough for his activities to divert themselves from their corrupt paths and actually hunt him down, but that they did recognize his existence enough to qualify a ‘solution’ to him. It had taken a few trials before word had managed to reach him, which was somewhat frustrating in itself; he could have prepared in advance of any potential hunters if he had known previously, but thankfully it seemed as though word of the bounty was traveling at an exceedingly slow rate, as though it was not something on the forefront of people’s minds.

The Avriel recognized that he would need to formulate his own solution to Gangui, one that ended with either violence or coercion, and he sincerely doubted that the fiery-headed man would suddenly bend the knee to his compulsions. No, he had stricken him as someone possessed of surprisingly radiant willpower, a sort who did not surrender unless it was absolutely necessary. That was acceptable to Noth, because he genuinely cared not whether the man lived or whether he met an unruly fate so long as the end result was the same. Frustratingly, a solution had not yet presented itself in entirety to his mind, and as he stalked the streets of Etzos in search of a simple meal; he enjoyed treating himself every now and again with foods other than the standard venison, his mind flickered between the assorted possibilities.

He turned a corner into a less trafficked street, and promptly locked eyes upon a form ahead of him whose very presence screamed familiarity. He observed as she halfway drew her blade before allowing it to rest wearily. His own hand went to the adamantite mace at his side, and he questioned why he was suddenly being attacked in the midst of the city. The Eidisi was clearly not a part of the guard; he could not recall ever actually seeing one of their kind serving under the guard, though he supposed it was perfectly possible, though, she lacked the uniform. Perhaps she was a mercenary or an assassin of some sort dispatched to eliminate him for the sake of the bounty? No… that did not explain the recognition.

He remembered her quite quickly, allowing his hand to remove itself from the mace and pausing in his steps entirely as he analyzed her to ensure that his memory was not playing tricks on him. What had her name been?
“Yina? Yonahalq?” He shook his head irritably, “Whatever your name is. I did not expect to find you here in Etzos. Are you on an errand for the Immortal of Fire?”
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Bad Bird's Dirty Work

Postby Yanahalqah » Mon Jan 15, 2018 11:40 am

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There weren’t many people who could unnerve the Yludih this much without doing anything to inspire fear. The only thing the creature had done was walking down the street, but something about him definitely gave her the creeps. Her reaction had been instinctual, carefully honed in the Hand so she’d be able to respond to danger immediately. However, no bandit or enemy soldier had radiated such a substantial amount of intimidation without even trying. They had to make an effort to seem larger, to threaten, to act in ways that would show off how dangerous they were. To display just what a bad idea it would be to get in their way.

This bird however, he did none of that. He simply was present, and his presence alone set of alarms, her entire being notifying her of the fact that this creature was dangerous. The instincts, usually dormant and in the background, had woken up and were ordering to do one of two things; fight or flee.

Yana was a soldier, quite used to dangerous people, dangerous situations, and life threatening circumstances. Once she had faced down a gorilla-woman-becomer, but even then she hadn’t been half as scared as she was now.

It had been a while since she’d felt like this, since she’d experienced fear like this. This was a fear that made her stomach hurt and tie itself in knots. It made her weak in the knees, made her hands tremble, made her expel cold sweat and made the tiny crystals on her neck stand on edge. She wanted to just walk away, but her body didn’t respond in the way she wanted it to. She’d sheathed her weapons, but her legs wouldn’t move. Her eye was fixated on the creature, observing its every move. She was unarmed now. It had seen her. If it attacked, she’d be practically defenseless.

But it didn’t. The beast spoke instead, gurgling nonsense and then shaking its head. It wasn’t hostile. Yana relaxed, feeling some enough tension leaving her so she could exert some control on herself again. She let out a deep breath of air, trying to calm down her nerves, which still screamed she was being stupid and needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

“Oh, it’s you, Creature,” she spoke, hiding her emotional state as much as possible. She had realized that she did indeed knew this monstrosity. One of the agents Faldrun had recruited in order to interfere with Cassion’s plans. One would think she’d have remembered a creature such as this half-Avriel upon seeing them, but he had not been the focus of her attention at the time. She did recall feeling the same fear as she did now, and believed that after a while she’d gotten used to being in his presence. “Our contract has long since ended,” she said, “I am here on business of my own.”
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Bad Bird's Dirty Work

Postby Noth » Tue Jan 23, 2018 1:03 pm

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There were seldom any advantages to being a deformed person. In fact, most people probably couldn’t think of any whatsoever, and that was not necessarily a failure on the part of the mind. Most people didn’t think in the same way that the twilight hybrid did, especially when it came to their overall purposes and how they might best accomplish said purposes. Yes, most people perceived the concept of deformity itself as a negative, and whilst it was true that it certainly negatively affected many social aspects of a person’s life, it also worked to amplify others.

For example, the fact that he was terrifying was due partly to the fact of his appearance, and whilst being covered with feathers wasn’t necessarily a deformity; he had observed it in other Avriel as well, the fact that he simultaneously possessed only a single wing and crimson eyes certainly helped to give off a general vibe of terror. Others might have detested being perceived immediately as a monstrous being, but Noth had long since learned that it was a benefit to be feared, far more than to be loved, in fact, because fear compelled people towards action to a far greater extent than any other emotion. Certainly, it was a mind killer in that it switched off most innate conscious and creative thoughts, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t possess many uses.

He could see it quite plainly on her, but he had since grown used to seeing the effects that he had on people. In truth, he might have missed it if he hadn’t seen her before she had taken notice of him as well, because the subtle shifts in physiology were often the most difficult to discern unless one could compare them to before the implementation of a stimulus. He leaned forward, examining her more carefully, predatory analysis going to work as it attempted to discern as much about her as he possibly could before he finally took a step backward, content with his examination.

She spoke, identifying him solely as ‘Creature’. Had his name not been spoken in the meeting with Faldrun? He had been under the impression that it had been public knowledge, but perhaps he had been mistaken about that particular memory. There was something about how the fiery Immortal had been capable of reading him so thoroughly despite never having actually met him that had been entirely unnerving, and perhaps in a subconscious way he still believed that the Immortal of Fire might somehow be capable of having revealed all of his private information to any person he had desired.

It was intriguing too that she had chosen to call him ‘Creature’ as opposed to simply ending her statement with “Oh, it’s you.” Did that not imply that she perceived to him to be some measure of lower life form than herself? Was it a statement of vanity and pride, or was it one of recognizing that he was a being of an entirely different caliber than her own, and simply not knowing the… polite way of phrasing such a vast difference between them. He supposed that either option could be true, especially given how little he genuinely knew about her, and determined to take no offense at the inclusion of the seemingly derogatory term.

“Fascinating. Tell me, what business is it that you now seek? Do you continue to gallivant hither and thither, stealing things or perhaps… is your work of a darker persuasion.” He chuckled mirthlessly to himself, unshifting in his stance as he continued to observe.
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Bad Bird's Dirty Work

Postby Yanahalqah » Sun Jan 28, 2018 11:40 am

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The being chuckled, the sound rather eerie when coming from his monstrous avian features. Really, Yana had met halfbreed Avriel before, but none had been this grotesque. Most simply seemed to have wings, the Avriel eyes, sometimes bird feet, and usually not a whole lot of feathers. This one though… ooh boy. Feathers for days. Vicious talons, and blood-red eyes. A monstrous creature like no other, which made it very difficult to consider him as anything else. Not to mention his abnormal intimidating presence, which gave him a very predatory vibe.

However, despite that it did not really diminished, the passive intimidation was something she could get used to, allowing for the Yludih to regain control over her composure.

“I am not a thief, nor am I ‘gallivanting about’,” she responded, her brow furrowed. “But I am looking for a certain someone. Someone I have a rather large bone to pick with.” She did not really have anything else to share with this creature, who was nothing more than a stranger to her. The only people who knew what she was up to were her mother, and by necessity, Fiona. But Yana’s former wingmate naturally only knew her as Rayna. However, there was a slight chance he knew something useful. “I do not suppose you have heard anything about some Ne’haerians who got their ship taken by pirates near Fosters’ coast?”

While it was unlikely he knew anything useful about the matter, she waited for him to provide her with an answer before she spoke again.

“By the by,” she changed the subject, taking note they seemed to be garnering some attention. Yana couldn’t tell if it was because of her appearance or because of that of her conversation partner. “How did you do in that game?” If it had been anything like what she had experienced, the last trial or game or whatever would have been skewed heavily in the favor of those who hadn’t cut a deal with Faldrun. It was still quite frustrating to think about, though as long as the Firelord intended to keep his word, there was no problem whatsoever.

For a moment she wondered whether or not it was safe to discus such matters in the street in the heart of Etzos of all places, but then again, out here it might look far less conspicuous and suspicious than if they’d retreated to a seedy tavern or a dark alleyway.

She waited for his response, then prepared to leave his presence all too glad to go somewhere where her nerves weren’t continually assaulted by anxiety. It made her feel like prey, and she didn’t really enjoy it.

“I see,” she commented. ”Well, if you have no further business with me, I will be on my way.”
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Bad Bird's Dirty Work

Postby Noth » Tue Feb 06, 2018 10:31 am

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The woman replied, stating that she was neither a thief nor gallivanting about. In truth, he did not genuinely expect that she was simply wandering hither and thither without purpose. To his knowledge, no one in the world actually performed such a mundane and pointless task without purpose, because there were far grander and more effective ways to use one’s limited time than wandering. It was interesting to hear that she was not a thief. To him, that meant that she must have more vicious capabilities like himself, because if she was entirely without talent than Faldrun would not have chosen her to act as one of his… champions in the midst of the game. She had essentially admitted that she was not a stealthy sort, nor one who avoided others, but he supposed that there were other methodologies of similar talent that could be possible in the end.

She mentioned briefly that she was searching for someone in particular, making it apparent that she held a grudge against them, though she didn’t describe the reasons behind why she felt slighted. That was fair given that they barely knew one another, and whilst the hybrid wouldn’t turn down any new information, he also recognized that it was liable to not be very useful at all to him. He did make a genuine effort to consider all of the events of the past several trials in an attempt to determine whether or not he knew anything about Ne’haerians involved in piracy. Finally, he responded with a resigned sigh,

“No, I don’t believe I know anything about that, though I am aware that piracy in the area does seem to be on the rise as of late. I know of places where the local pirates have hosted gatherings in the past, but I couldn’t tell you for certain whether you’d find your target there.”

He smiled briefly, fully aware that he was unlikely to grant her any additional information without a price of his own, though he was not so blunt or uncivilized to state such openly. She expertly maneuvered the conversation away from her target, instead choosing to question him on how he had performed in the game. He tried his hardest not to consider the atrocities he had committed in the midst of that so-called game, but the images immediately flicked into mind, and he felt his hand begin to clench uncomfortably at his side as he attempted to force away the thoughts. Finally, the mental image of the Gamekeeper being shattered into infinitesimal shards of existence.

“I didn’t win, if that’s what you mean, but I did ensure the victory of Edasha as opposed to the competition.” The briefest flicker of another smile creased across his face, “I also slew the Gamekeeper by shattering her into a billion shards of ether and nothingness. I’ll admit, I was uncertain as to whether such entities could even be annihilated, but it seems so.”

She spoke again, apparently attempting to disengage the conversation and go about her work, but he quickly tsked and slid somewhat closer to her to dissuade such thoughts.
“Ah-h-h. What of you? How did you perform, Yana?” He would await an answer before continuing with, “And, actually, I might have an opportunity for work that might interest you.”

“Ever killed someone?”
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Bad Bird's Dirty Work

Postby Yanahalqah » Wed Feb 14, 2018 3:57 pm

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Truth be told, Yana hadn’t been expecting an answer from the bird-like hybrid, let alone one that was more lengthy than a simple yes or no. It was appreciated, however, despite the fact that it provided no new information to her objective. She’d been around Foster’s for a while now, blending in with the mercenaries; hanging out, drinking, gambling, from time to time retreating from a massive fistfight. Some trials she just did not let her Rayna form be seen, only to “show up” later having returned from a made up job. She heard many things by simply emerging herself in the gathering places of sellswords, but she had still to find her Ne’haerian. However, Fiona had let her know she might have a lead. She could get her in touch with a couple pirate crews, and hopefully they would answer some questions.

The bird gave her a smile that sent shivers running down her neck, and her hand twitched slightly. For the moment, Yana had herself under control. She considered asking additional questions in hopes to get more out of him, but it wasn’t guaranteed he had the answers she was looking for, and taking his negotiations with Faldrun in consideration, he likely wasn’t going to just give her the information she wanted without a little something in return. The Yludih wasn’t sure if she had the time for this. Though she very much doubted it was the case, if this bird was anything like her former wingmate, she’d be stuck running errands or whatever for most of the season before she got something out of it herself.

“Impressive,” she commented as he spoke of the game, her tone of voice drifting slightly away from its default. “I take it Edasha’s victory was a specification from Faldrun himself?” And slaying the Gamekeeper… very impressive indeed. Her gut was right, she should be wary of this creature. Stay out of his way as much as possible for the duration of her stay in Etzos, at least if she wasn’t to ally with him.

She planned to leave then, but the bird slipped in front of her, cutting off her route. She took a half-step backwards, leaving some wriggle room for evasion or defense, should anything happen. It would also smoothen an escape; half a step didn’t seem like much, but it was the difference between being grabbed or successfully retreating when one tried to dash away. “It is Yana, actually,” she corrected, making the name sound more mundane and human-like than how he’d pronounced it. “And failure,” she spoke then, answering his question, the slightest hint of irritation seeping through her voice at the confession. “I managed to get into the final game, but it was one of chance. I would have made an attempt at foul play, but my hands were tied.” It would have been six to one; odds she didn’t find attractive. Maybe if she’d been confident her skill in combat exceeded that of all others present combined… as far as she knew though, she was maybe just a bit above average when it came to archery, and average in melee combat. Sometimes, the best strategy was just to retreat.

“Work?” She did not have time for that, really. Or, well, she did. Devoting all her time to seeking out her quarry hadn’t yielded any results, so perhaps a change of pace would do her good. It was said that one found what they were looking for when they least expected it, or something along those lines. Though hoping for a similar coincidence to happen would be plain stupid, not actively searching might be perfect to change her angle. “I fear my occupation is not the one you are looking for, but I will hear you out, at least.”

Killing. Well, that was something she could do. The only question would be who, and the rest didn’t really matter. She usually did not go out of her way to kill people, but she didn’t have any moral qualms with it either. If it benefited her, she could agree to this job.

“Depends on what your payment will be,” she said.
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Bad Bird's Dirty Work

Postby Noth » Tue Feb 20, 2018 8:59 am

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There was perhaps a common assumption that many people made that the criminal underworld was entirely connected. Whilst it was to a certain extent true that what one person did in the underground would likely affect another person; a thief robbing a house would interfere with the plans of another thief to burglarize that same dwelling place, for the most part, many of the assorted groups didn’t interact with one another on an extremely regular basis. People were instinctually drawn to their chosen cliques, and they often refused to remove or extricate themselves from those social gangs until they were forced into the act. Of all the many barriers that prevented the creation of a spy network, that was perhaps one of the largest that the Avriel had encountered, though it certainly didn’t help that there were rival groups who had managed to already subvert all of the good turncoats in the region. He was left with the dredges that they had refused if he wanted to create an intelligence force, but listening to Yana complain about her inability to find a boat did reiterate to the bird that it was certainly not a poor decision.

His attention returned entirely to the conversation at hand as she questioned whether his actions in Cassion’s game had been ordered by Faldrun. He nodded to accent his answer, before allowing a simple,
“Correct.” to dig its way beyond his lips. He had been contracted by the fiery Immortal to serve his purpose whilst he was present for the game, and he had done his best to do so for fear that if he slouched or lazed about in his responsibility, that he would find only trepidation and frustration in the form of the godling when he finally demanded that his favor be repaid.

The woman who had been contracted spoke her name once more, clarifying the accent of it to something that seemed infinitely more mundane now that it had been spoken aloud. He had considered that she might simply be from an exotic city, though that did raise the question of how someone who had clearly been watching them in order to ascertain both their personalities and their specific talents had somehow managed to mispronounce her name, especially when one took into effect the idea that he must certainly have heard it in his observations. Unless, of course, she simply never allowed it to be uttered in the same way that he did not typically speak his own name, hiding it away from the world so that one’s true identity could not be used against them.

He had expected the extremely mercenary response to crown whatever reply she gave him in regards to the offer of employment. If she had not been at least somewhat mercenary, then she would not have worked out a specific contract with the fiery Immortal, nor would she have been involved in that process whatsoever. No, he had assumed immediately that she might want something in return for her services, and that was completely understandable. He would want something in return as well should he be hired for a murderous task, even if it wasn’t one that was of particular difficulty.

“There’s a contractor who has been causing me quite a deal of trouble with his speeches and social maneuverings. His name is Gangui. I will pay six-hundred golden nels to have him killed, three-hundred now, three-hundred after the work is done.” That seemed a reasonable price to the Avriel, especially given that the man in question was not of extreme political importance, and whilst he was certainly working with a large retinue nowadays, they were a fledgling and new group which meant that opportunities for quick infiltration were ripe.

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Bad Bird's Dirty Work

Postby Yanahalqah » Tue Feb 20, 2018 4:09 pm

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She’d left her wording of her price vague as to not outright say what she wanted, as well as see what he would offer her. She’d not asked for money, and with the mention of needing information earlier on, she had imagined he would have picked up on that. However, it seemed not to be the case. That, or he simply had no information he believed would be worth sharing, or would be worth as much as getting the contractor out of the way.

The latter would be expected from an honest man, but Yana was fairly sure that any and all who were able to negotiate a deal out of Faldrun were anything but honest folk. She couldn’t speak for their morals, but certainly they would at least try to strike a bargain when they had the chance. Of course, Yana would have made sure that she wouldn’t be pulling the short end of the stick, weighing the information he offered and comparing it to the value he placed in getting this Gangui out of the way.

That was how negotiation worked, after all. Though it was usually done with money and a promise of labor, or with wares.

No, it seemed that the bird had no information he believed would be useful to her, and he had offered her coin instead. The Yludih was inclined to make it clear that intelligence would serve her just as well as gold, just in case, but she stopped that thought halfway. With three hundred gold nels she could probably buy the information out of Blackjacks, sailors, barkeeps, and whoever might know something.

The unspoken agreement was that she would indeed proceed to kill the man he wanted her to, and there was little doubt in her mind that he likely wouldn’t be pleased if she didn’t. However, she might as well be far away by the time he realized she hadn’t killed Gangui, she hadn’t even tried, and was no longer in the city.

However… there were other people in Etzos.

“That’s a low price to tag on a human life,” she commented, “especially considering that part of it is compensation for my time, effort, and resources.” Perhaps if he was observant enough, he might see the hint of a smile quirk her lips. “Then again, human lives aren’t worth all that much to some. You have yourself a deal.”
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