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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Autumn" data-source="post: 3521685" data-attributes="member: 50015">Jale uncrosses his legs and stands up in one smooth motion, reattaching his scabbard to his belt. He licks his lips ever so slightly, eyes fixed upon Dormiano's... secretary. Or whatever he chooses to call her. He inclines his head respectfully as he passes on his way into the Pugio's office, his eyes never leaving her.  Position in Tarkanan certainly does seem to have its perks... he muses silently to himself, a trace of a smile coming to his thin lips.  He sits down in the leftmost of the offered chairs, perfectly at his ease but not so relaxed as to be improper for a business meeting. After all, for all the ridiculous airs and graces that this pompous blowhard might choose to give himself - that's what this is. A business meeting. Jale pays little mind to the rather singular decor. Such eccentricities can be tolerated where large sums of money are involved.  Austere? Jale wonders with a mental smirk. Is that how he chooses to think of all this childishness? Still, despite his initial contempt for this man, Jale can't help but find himself growing more and more interested as he goes into the details of the job. It sounds like this might be quite a challenge. Unbidden, his brain is already engaging with the difficulties entailed and turning them over.  "Very well," he cuts in as soon as the Pugio has finished speaking, his voice soft but forceful. "Speaking for myself, you've certainly piqued my interest. All that remains is to satisfy my mercenary instincts. Just how much money are you prepared to throw at this problem?"  One thin eyebrow is raised as he impassively awaits the reply.</blockquote>

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