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A man whose only purpose is the next job & a good time.
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I looked down at the note and nodded. "Ya got a set tonight Delain?," the fat man asked. I grinned and nodded, "Krech, my friend, I've got sets all nights. Some even involve singing and playing." The fat man laughed as he adjusted his ample girth in the seat, "He's hiding out in Slag and he's got a couple flies covering his ass, so be prepared," said as he placed the bag of coins before me, "Oh and Slinks wants his head in addition to the item. Double payment on delivery." "Not a problem," I gave him the smile that had made my groupies melt. It had less of an effect on Krech.
I had a gig at in Darklane later that night and mentally ticked off my set list as I made my way to Slag, a dive of miners and minors, if your taste ran to such things. Mine didn't, but I knew many who did. I followed the directions Krech had given to a low-rent inn called The Pick and Choose, that sold rooms for a few coppers generally by the hour. I pulled my hooded cloak tight and checked the loaded hand crossbows that were chained to my belt at my waist, after applying the poison to the bolts of course. I made sure that the cloak hid them as I strode into the inn.
Slippery Fob was at the desk. I knew him well and knew he'd sell his sister for a few coppers. I took a gold sovereign out and laid it out before Fob whose hand reached out to grab it like a frog's tongue shooting out for a fly. Fob liked the Kafta Dust, something I myself had a fondness for before I got clean, so the sovereign would keep him supplied for several weeks. As he reached for it, my hand fired out like bolt and grabbed his wrist as I whispered, "I need Cort's room number and where his two crockers are, "Tell me true and there will be another for you." The thought of two golds was enough to make old Fob shake and begin to salivate. In a whispery voice he said, "Up the stairs at the end of the hall. The crockers are in the rooms on either side of the hall before you get there." I nodded and started for the stairs.
When I reached the top of the stairs and started to move I threw back my cloak and grabbed the bow on the right. That one was named Penance. As I reached the first crocker's door the floorboards creaked and the door suddenly opened a crack as one blue eye looked from the other side. I fired a bolt into that blue eye and let Penance drop, feeling the familiar smack as the empty bow fell back into its place. I then reached for the other. His name was Absolution.
After Absolution released the other crocker from his obligation I moved for the final door at the end of the hall. No time for subtly now, the Rondeau had begun. I began my song and with one booted foot kicked down the rickety door.
Fob was true to his word as Cort hiked up on the dust hadn't even heard me coming. I pulled my blade. His name was Regret because any he met felt so. Cort began to stammer. Then I heard him say he didn't have it. Then I heard him say he'd give it to me and gold if I let him go. Then I heard him beg for mercy. When I started, I heard his screams.
I laid the bloody sack on Krech's desk. He grimaced as he looked inside and moved it to the floor beside his desk. The item needed, also in a sack, was also placed on his desk. He smiled at the sight of that one. He then laid the agreed upon sack of coins before me as well as another note. Another so soon I thought, but I opened it and read the name. "Don't know this one," I said. Krech said, "I have it on good authority she frequents Darklane." I looked down again at the note and read the name Tristesse.