DumpsterBaby2

“Ey, you, posh-boy.” Reymond would throw a glance over his shoulder, unamused. The drunken patron would stumble unstably towards him, holding on to the bar. Without thinking and in only a moment, Reymond had opened his mouth! “Guards! This man assaulted me!” The drunkard was left looking flabbergasted, stuttering a defense as the intruding guards apprehended him.

As I shake his hand I reply, “Well my good man I happened to come upon some misfourtune and have decided to make it on my own with mercenary work, although I am not very profficent in the work I am a quick and efficent learner.” As I pufff out my chest I ask, “Do you perhaps know of any contracts a man of my skills could partake in?”