Thread: Sword and Sorcery (Aldir, Dals Way)

A fair enough question it was to ask, Leann herself knew that between her tricks and her companions prowess they could accomplish a great deal but they could hardly defeat an army on their own. Death was not something the sorceress desired to be visited upon her any time soon. The man however seemed to expect the question and hardly lost his composure over the subject, either he was confident they would accept regardless or that they could handle whatever he wanted to throw them towards. The dark haired woman brushed an errant strand from her face as he responded to the inquiry. At our best estimate, no more than fifteen men, though no less than ten. The exact numbers are hazy though we know they have a base within a cave within the forest off the ways from the road. Cramped quarters, beyond that there is little we know. He stated. You mentioned before that your patron would be willing to pay a hefty reward. Care to put an exact figure to that word? Leann questioned, finally speaking up. The mans gaze shifted towards the sorceress, lifting a brow at her question before shrugging and removing a small scroll from the folds of his cloak. He unfurled it and passed it across the table to the sorceress, who took up the piece of parchment and examined it. Her dark eyes widened by a fraction as she looked upon the sum offered in the documentation of the contract. The contract itself was standard fare, simply to finish the job and upon completion the sum would be awarded in full. She did a double take upon the sum however. Five thousand gold Five thousand. Your patron is indeed a generous individual. The sorceress breathed, placing the contract back upon the table and finding her hand was shaking a bit. Four thousand gold! It was hardly a sum to balk at, since split both ways that was still two thousand five hundred for both her and Anya. Leann had never seen such a sum of wealth physically in her life. If she was doing her arithmetic correctly that added up to fifty thousand silver pieces and five hundred thousand copper pieces. She swallowed, imaging what exactly she could do with that kind of money. Probably purchase a decent laboratory, or a wagon and horse with plenty left over to spare. That was on top of the spoils from the rebel encampment. My patron is willing to pay high prices for talent. He suspects you two are right for the job. If you would both accept, I would need you to make your signatures upon the contract or your mark if you are illiterate. The man affirmed, offering both a cordial smile. Would you mind giving us a moment to talk this over? Leann inquired if Anya had nothing further to add, which the man would simply nod towards and depart the table to grant the pair the privacy of their own thoughts. Five thousand gold. Thats more than Ive ever seen honestly. It would pretty much solve our financial issues for the foreseeable future. Im a little leery over the secrecy behind this, but think of it like this. That five thousand is simply a base, on top of whatever the rebels have if anything. If my last assessment of the market value of slaves was correct then each one of those would go for about fifty to one hundred easy. Assuming we leave anyone alive and decide to sell those we do in the next town over. So, speaking strictly moneywise, it seems extremely fair to my ears for the possibility of facing fifteen or so rebels in a cave. What about you, what do you think about this whole deal? Leann said at length, a little bit of a greedy light entering into her eyes.