Pbartender
First Post
"A hundred twenty five?" wonders a previously unnoticed, but heavily armed, halfling decked out mithral mail. "For the round trip? No details on what we're delivering... No idea as to who might be out to get us... No guarantees for bonus pay, except what hand-me-down loot we can scrounge off of any bush-wacking bandits we may happen to run across...
"I remember what happened the last time someone tried to sucker me into a job like this." The inconspicuous halfling puts his hood back up and turns as if to make for the door. "Hell, I could make as much playing cards at the Inn... and stay warm and well-fed doing it."
"I remember what happened the last time someone tried to sucker me into a job like this." The inconspicuous halfling puts his hood back up and turns as if to make for the door. "Hell, I could make as much playing cards at the Inn... and stay warm and well-fed doing it."