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He relaxed in the Astranaar tavern. Elbows on the table, ale in hand, he waited patiently at the appointed rendezvous point. He was early. The problem with being early, ironic it seems, is that no one is there to appreciate it. It did not matter to this soldier, he appreciated the break. Soaking in his surroundings, this Rogue was a bit suspicious of the two men in the corner dressed in the tabard of a local guild, and made it a note to keep his eye on them.
The doors swung open, it was a dark evening; No rain, it was not that kind of evening, but a little darker then usual, and a little colder. A human entered the tavern`s sitting room dressed in a full suit of Valor, his shield and armor giving no indication of allegiance. Lingering his gaze a bit long upon the two in the corner, the soldier approached the Rogue's table. Taking a seat opposite to the at ease guild spokesman, the mercenary soldier leaned in close.
"We swear allegiance to your king and we all get paid." He starred into the Rogue's eyes, leaned in even closer. "Today. We want half up front."
The Rogue casually tossed a sack of coins that slide across the table. "All that you plunder belongs to you and your men, but..." He paused for emphasis. "We demand you give back; ten percent." The mercenary opened his mouth as if to contest the figure, then thought better of it when he caught a glimpse of the Rogue's dagger in his sleeve. "Then it is agreed."
Both the men rose and shook hands.
