Post by Lazar von Helsingfors on Aug 11, 2019 14:42:38 GMT -8
Lazar chuckled lightly, the feint vibration in his helmet and the slight bobbing of his head counter to his shoulders being the only indication of his humour at Viktoriya’s euphemism. He raised an eyebrow that nobody would enter the fray in Toragana sans horse, but then upon second thought it made sense. At least, it did for now. The settlers would, of course, put a stop to that oh yes…. But that was for later. For now they had the immediate task of clearing the centaurs and once that was done then they could begin to mould the new era envisioned by the settlers.
“Well, before any sort of over-enthusiasm of the easy slaughter is used to describe this contract to your sellswords I would caution against selling this to them as such. Though they are but rabble, they are still numerous and beastly rabble. A panicked mare may in a charge easily unhorse and kill a man, a panicked mare with fists or claws all the more. Furthermore, if any of the fiends survive to tell this tale then there will be a significant deduction from what the mercenaries receive. Of course, they may supplement their earnings from us with whatever they pick off of the dead creatures, it being quite likely that even in this condition they have a thing or two of worth to bring home. They will also have to stay to burn, bury, or otherwise dispose of the things. This should be done as quietly as possible with the event only even discovered by other parties perhaps weeks from now and it should be possible to blame on the Tamorjin. At the very least, it should be largely untraceable to us, and if possible you and your’s too. I pay for professionalism and discretion.” The Knight explained, gesturing to the woman’s convoy. “As a bare minimum they must be the sort of men you’d trust with your own life.”
The man cocked his head thoughtfully at the woman’s question, coming up with a reply quite quickly. “A fair one, I think. But, we shall see if I regret this or not though the enthusiasm is appreciated. Regardless, I don’t have such funds with me.” Lazar said. He motioned to another one of his Brothers who went to his horse and returned with a similar looking bar of gold, save for the fact it was intact. He also handed a pair of calipers to Lazar, who began to measure the bar that already had pieces hacked from it in length and radius.
“These two combined are somewhat more than five hundred pieces. We can rummage in our pockets for our change but I don’t think you’ll leave today with any more than five-hundred and fifty from us — and even if we had more, I couldn’t give it to you. It’s simply too much to hand over to a stranger. We can pay four thousand, but we will lower it to three if the job is not done appropriately with some possible scenarios already discussed, like some of the quarry escaping. But otherwise, it is fairly priced and as said before in looting you can expect some further compensation for your time.”
Lazar removed a map that was wedged into his breastplate, unrolling it and with a quill making a very small and precise dot. “Can we rely on you to be here in four days?”
“Well, before any sort of over-enthusiasm of the easy slaughter is used to describe this contract to your sellswords I would caution against selling this to them as such. Though they are but rabble, they are still numerous and beastly rabble. A panicked mare may in a charge easily unhorse and kill a man, a panicked mare with fists or claws all the more. Furthermore, if any of the fiends survive to tell this tale then there will be a significant deduction from what the mercenaries receive. Of course, they may supplement their earnings from us with whatever they pick off of the dead creatures, it being quite likely that even in this condition they have a thing or two of worth to bring home. They will also have to stay to burn, bury, or otherwise dispose of the things. This should be done as quietly as possible with the event only even discovered by other parties perhaps weeks from now and it should be possible to blame on the Tamorjin. At the very least, it should be largely untraceable to us, and if possible you and your’s too. I pay for professionalism and discretion.” The Knight explained, gesturing to the woman’s convoy. “As a bare minimum they must be the sort of men you’d trust with your own life.”
The man cocked his head thoughtfully at the woman’s question, coming up with a reply quite quickly. “A fair one, I think. But, we shall see if I regret this or not though the enthusiasm is appreciated. Regardless, I don’t have such funds with me.” Lazar said. He motioned to another one of his Brothers who went to his horse and returned with a similar looking bar of gold, save for the fact it was intact. He also handed a pair of calipers to Lazar, who began to measure the bar that already had pieces hacked from it in length and radius.
“These two combined are somewhat more than five hundred pieces. We can rummage in our pockets for our change but I don’t think you’ll leave today with any more than five-hundred and fifty from us — and even if we had more, I couldn’t give it to you. It’s simply too much to hand over to a stranger. We can pay four thousand, but we will lower it to three if the job is not done appropriately with some possible scenarios already discussed, like some of the quarry escaping. But otherwise, it is fairly priced and as said before in looting you can expect some further compensation for your time.”
Lazar removed a map that was wedged into his breastplate, unrolling it and with a quill making a very small and precise dot. “Can we rely on you to be here in four days?”