Thread: For Cause or Coin? (Valanaer & WriteMood)

It seemed Rasta was thinking over the situation quite seriously, on one hand he was a mercenary, if she could make it worth his while he didn't care about fighting for them. Besides, he hadn't pledged his allegiance to either side yet so if she wanted to try and compete with the insanely rich aristocracy he would hear her out, besides she had more to offer him than a bunch of desperate old me. His eyes still didn't leave her face despite his thoughts, he already knew she was beautiful and if he could con her into spending some alone time with him it could be a very lucrative exchange. Of course that was if she wanted to bother attempting to recruit him, it would be unusual as rebellions and poorer villages didn't often hire mercenaries, their funds going to supplies and keeping their people well taken care of. That being said it wouldn't be the first time, he had been hired by a few poor villages to take care of raiders and the like, to kill some weak rabble who merely terrorized those who couldn't fight back. Her offer surprised him though, she said so rather suddenly and it was as genuine as he had ever seen. The only problem was that if she were living in some rebel camp it would be unlikely the money was there, the risk of it being stolen far too great and if they had been driven out of their home the wealth would have been difficult to get out. He didn't doubt she intended to pay him for his services but with how much he usually requested and her situation it was unlikely he would receive payment up front, and one of his rules when he took a job was payment immediately. Paying him out of her own pocket meant she really wanted him to join, that in and of itself brought a smirk upon his face as he realized just how good of a situation he was in. It was too bad really, she could have hidden some of the desperation in her voice and gotten a better deal, now he could have some fun. Well, honestly I am not sure. I usually request all payment immediately and the aristocracy is paying very large amounts for talented fighters... He paused for a moment, straightening up and taking a deep breath, Plus unless you were incredibly prepared I doubt you secured much of your families money at the rebel camp so chances are your not going to be able to pay me for quite some time. With his troubles announced for her to hear he let a grin creep onto his face, his eyes locking with hers as he thought over exactly how to word the last part, not wanting to be too obvious with his request. Of course I would be more than happy to discuss some other form of compensation, some sort of down-payment so if things go south I at least get something out of all this... What do you think, is that so unreasonable to ask, that you give me something to tide me over until this little civil war is settled? If it's not then I believe we have a deal, one that can be worked at back at your camp. Merek was fairly thrilled with the idea of compensation and if he was at the rebel camp he could definitely keep himself more entertained than being cooped up in a mercenary camp full of mostly nasty rodents. Besides, Rasta was more beautiful than most women and being around her would beat trying to find a clean girl in a town full of mercenaries, as the locals would no doubt avoid another section of land with those dirty slobs present. If it is unreasonable I can simply leave here and seek out your enemies, they may not have a face as stunning as yours or the morale high-ground but when it comes to who I work for I don't much care as long as I get something I want out of the arrangement. In the current case he wanted Rasta, whatever else he could work in, and her promise of further reward in the future, but he would be just as happy with a large amount of gold when it came down to it.