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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 8, 2010 11:20:06 GMT -5
Draven heaved a sigh. Just great. Just damn great. Now Travis would be in no mood to talk to anyone and their conversation would turn dark and angry. He shot the man an apologetic look, then turned his burning gaze on Malcolm. He didn't think he had enough, he knew he had enough. There was no other reason to spend his gold besides to fix damaged weapons and that didn't happen often enough to cause a dent in his pocket. He frowned and nodded his head. "Yes, I have enough," he said, coolly. "Probably more than you, I'm sure." He looked back at Travis, allowing a small half-smile. "I'll pay it off and you can continue to work if you want," he said, shrugging as he leaned away. "Stay in Cados, I don't care. But being treated like shit really doesn't make my day and I assume it doesn't make yours either. Malcolm's being an ass to get you out of here. Might as well take it and run, I say." He turned to Malcolm. "How much?" he asked. "I'll just give it to you now. And if it doesn't sound reasonable, you'll get even less and have to make it up yourself. But either way, Travis is free." The warning in his tone was clear that he wasn't going to argue this. He meant it.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 8, 2010 22:38:50 GMT -5
Despite his protests, Draven was willing to pay off Travis's debt. While in someways he was grateful that he wasn't going to be in the hands of Malcolm, it only meant he was now in the hands of a different owner. His debt At least he'll be comfortable to know that he'll be doing what he does best. Still besides the fact Draven wants him to help hunt down his brother, he wasn't sure what other tasks the mercenary had in store for him.
"I guess I'll accept your help then," replied the ranger, "however, I'll still want stay here, for a couple of more days. I'm still sort of sore from getting thrown through a wall and I know Malcolm would miss if I left him. If you want to go ahead, you can. I'll catch up."
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Dec 9, 2010 22:52:48 GMT -5
Malcolm coughed, covering up a laugh at the notion that he would miss Travis, of all people. (He would welcome a serial killer into his bar with more enthusiasm.) He would’ve laughed outright, but Drven didn’t look like a particularly happy camper, and while his pain was hilarious, Malcolm didn’t want to completely ruin his chances of making back his debts.
And at the subject of the debt, Malcolm had to think a bit. He had racked up Travis’ destruction to about eleven-hundred gold coins. He could subtract the work the Ranger had done, plus a minuscule amount for the next few days the ranger planned to hang around...
Then he had to factor back in the eavesdropping, the crappy bar-tending, the horrible expression of ennui he gave everyone in the room, and the fact that Draven the Debt-payer was a bit of an ass. He balanced out the additions, trying to make them less noticeable. The mercenary probably wouldn’t agree with those justifications, and while the man had the money, his opinion would at least be heard.
“I would say,” he decided, “it comes out to around seven-hundred and fifty gold coins. And before you complain, I did remember to consider his next few days of work.”
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 10, 2010 14:50:05 GMT -5
"Fine." Simple answer. Draven turned and walked off, disappearing upstairs for a moment. And when he returned he dropped a rather heavy looking sack on the bar and looked at Malcolm. "I'm not counting out the extra fifty some coins," he said, shrugging. "So there's your debt and a little more. Stop bitching." Again, he walked off, retreating upstairs to relax. God, he was stupid. Why had he done that? He didn't know. Or care. He just wanted to sleep.
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Post by Shadi Relinadad on Dec 13, 2010 7:15:04 GMT -5
Shadi nodded. "I wouldn't be too concerned. But I'll check for her on my way home." There had been people around at the time, so he was fairly sure she was well taken care of, if the worst should happen. He smiled cheerily towards the prince, "Many a man would say the same, I would hope. But the important thing is the adventure, not where you put your sword."
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