“Oh. Good.” Was an hour a long time to wait for something like this? He spoke like it was. Esme took the seat across from the bounty hunter, watching him with an uncertain wide-eyed wariness. Then she bent her head to study the bounty poster as he slid it over.
The man on it shared some superficial features with the sick elf she’d met a few nights ago. The eyes and ears didn’t match, of course – and that was somewhat of a relief. More so, that they could agree on wanting to capture the bounty alive. Better not to show that, though – might make this stranger think she couldn’t handle the job. She ended up frowning at the target’s likeness, memorizing his name as well as his face. Bryson Hansley. Maybe she could ask around, flush him from the bush.
People would be more willing to talk to a pretty girl, bad leg and weapons be damned.
Fifty-fifty was only fair, not necessarily generous. Esme’s gaze flicked up to point that out, before she thought against it. Ruffling the bounty hunter’s feathers when she was already getting even pay would only work against her.
“Err – No, not as such. Left Kirkwall as a caravan guard. I need something else now that that’s done.” She wasn’t about to lie for a walk-up job like this. But she wasn’t going to say how recent this all was, either. Or how poorly the caravan escort had gone.
“Alive’s good with me.” Her expression turned speculative for a moment. “What about our names, Ser? Should I call you anything?” She’d never had a code name before. This was exciting.
The man on it shared some superficial features with the sick elf she’d met a few nights ago. The eyes and ears didn’t match, of course – and that was somewhat of a relief. More so, that they could agree on wanting to capture the bounty alive. Better not to show that, though – might make this stranger think she couldn’t handle the job. She ended up frowning at the target’s likeness, memorizing his name as well as his face. Bryson Hansley. Maybe she could ask around, flush him from the bush.
People would be more willing to talk to a pretty girl, bad leg and weapons be damned.
Fifty-fifty was only fair, not necessarily generous. Esme’s gaze flicked up to point that out, before she thought against it. Ruffling the bounty hunter’s feathers when she was already getting even pay would only work against her.
“Err – No, not as such. Left Kirkwall as a caravan guard. I need something else now that that’s done.” She wasn’t about to lie for a walk-up job like this. But she wasn’t going to say how recent this all was, either. Or how poorly the caravan escort had gone.
“Alive’s good with me.” Her expression turned speculative for a moment. “What about our names, Ser? Should I call you anything?” She’d never had a code name before. This was exciting.
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