“Tell you what—Give me 40 gold and your word that you won’t butcher me, and I’ll take you to the hideout. I don’t care what you do with the others; I’m just here so I can pay off my student loans. Deal?”
"How many people are at your hideout and if you lie I will slit your throat" Flins replied
(To Rutrow) “You think student loans are bad; just wait til you have to mess with insurance. On the other hand, the boss is probably fine with not paying premiums on those losers.” (gesturing to the dead bandits. “And <WE> are supposed to be the one stealing money; but man, Vecna Insurance has us beat.”
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“Tell you what—Give me 40 gold and your word that you won’t butcher me, and I’ll take you to the hideout. I don’t care what you do with the others; I’m just here so I can pay off my student loans. Deal?”
"How many people are at your hideout and if you lie I will slit your throat" Flins replied
“First off, sellsword, how will you know if I’m lying if you haven’t been to the camp, which mind you, I’m taking you to? Second, do you expect me to be omniscient, like the DM? But now let me think… I believe there’s about 10 or so, plus the boss; but I can’t be sure; she might have recruited others while I was gone…”
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“Tell you what—Give me 40 gold and your word that you won’t butcher me, and I’ll take you to the hideout. I don’t care what you do with the others; I’m just here so I can pay off my student loans. Deal?”
"How many people are at your hideout and if you lie I will slit your throat" Flins replied
“First off, sellsword, how will you know if I’m lying if you haven’t been to the camp, which mind you, I’m taking you to? Second, do you expect me to be omniscient, like the DM? But now let me think… I believe there’s about 10 or so, plus the boss; but I can’t be sure; she might have recruited others while I was gone…”
"Simple I bring you with me and the moment I realize you lied or brought us into an ambush I'll slit your throat" Flins says smiling
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“The same you guys want— your hides intact and maybe some coins in your pocket. You already know I’m not here for the fun of it.,Savvy?”
“You want us intact?”
“Would you rather that Meathead had folded you? I didn’t come here to get blown to bits, you know. Now, do you want me to take you to the hideout or not? I don’t think my buddy is up for a long walk.”
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“The same you guys want— your hides intact and maybe some coins in your pocket. You already know I’m not here for the fun of it.,Savvy?”
“You want us intact?”
“Would you rather that Meathead had folded you? I didn’t come here to get blown to bits, you know. Now, do you want me to take you to the hideout or not? I don’t think my buddy is up for a long walk.”
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Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!
Lethira lets the threats and bargaining wear themselves thin before she speaks again. “You keep speaking as though we need to decide whether to trust you,” she says calmly. “But the you already gave us most of what matters.” Her shifts toward the hills before returning to him.
“There’s a camp in the hills. There’s someone leading it. There are enough people there to threaten travelers who aren’t prepared.” Her expression remainscalm as she continues. “You don’t sound loyal to them,” she continues. “You sound tired.”
She stares at him for a moment, more out of empathy than any thing else. “Tired people usually start confusing survival with bargaining. They think if they talk long enough, they can negotiate their way back to the point before things went wrong.” She shakes her head. “That part has already passed.”
There is no cruelty in the words, she states it with the same certainty she uses when speaking currents, rivers, or death.
“What matters now is whether your boss expects you back tonight,” she says. “And when strangers walk into that camp, who is most likely to shoot first?”
“I’m sure that the schmuck who flew is going to tell them that everyone else is dead,” the bandit replies. “They’re just as likely to shoot me as much as you—if they’re still at camp; I don’t think they’d just sit around and let you do what you did a second time.”
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Lethira watches him for a moment. “You think the fact that the survivor escaped gives you leverage,” she says calmly. “It does not.” Her gaze remains on him “If he reached the camp already, then your people know this road went badly. That means they are either preparing to leave or preparing for us.”
She continues. “You have a conundrum, If we kill you, the the current will take you. If your people decide you talked, they will likely kill you themselves.” She lowers herself slightly nearer to him. “At this point, your life is no longer something for you to bargain with,” she says quietly. “Other people are already deciding that on your behalf”
Then she leans in towards him. “The only thing still belonging to you right now,” she says softly, “is whether this ends with people remembering you as useful or disposable.”
Gulp, goes the bandit. “I just signed on for the money. We thought that we could just sneak up, check the wagon, grab the stuff, and we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
”The wagon’s empty, chowderhead,” Joe growls at him. He is getting tired of this discussion and seems ready to personally send both of the bandits straight to Geozuz so he can get on with his life.
“Well, eXcUsE mE,” Big Dummy retorts. “If we knew you were a bunch of dirty broke washed-up losers, we wouldn’t have bothered.”
”Dirty washed-up loser yourself,” Joe fires back. “You know darn well where my money went. Why I oughta…!” Muscles or not, he looks angry enough to end Big Dummy with his bare hands.
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Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
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*The thug is demanding money in exchange for taking you to the bandit camp; he wants you to pay him*
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"How many people are at your hideout and if you lie I will slit your throat" Flins replied
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(To Rutrow) “You think student loans are bad; just wait til you have to mess with insurance. On the other hand, the boss is probably fine with not paying premiums on those losers.” (gesturing to the dead bandits. “And <WE> are supposed to be the one stealing money; but man, Vecna Insurance has us beat.”
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“First off, sellsword, how will you know if I’m lying if you haven’t been to the camp, which mind you, I’m taking you to? Second, do you expect me to be omniscient, like the DM? But now let me think… I believe there’s about 10 or so, plus the boss; but I can’t be sure; she might have recruited others while I was gone…”
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"Simple I bring you with me and the moment I realize you lied or brought us into an ambush I'll slit your throat" Flins says smiling
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“You want us intact?”
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Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
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Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!“Would you rather that Meathead had folded you? I didn’t come here to get blown to bits, you know. Now, do you want me to take you to the hideout or not? I don’t think my buddy is up for a long walk.”
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"Fair. And, that eejit? He got what he deserved."
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!Lethira lets the threats and bargaining wear themselves thin before she speaks again. “You keep speaking as though we need to decide whether to trust you,” she says calmly. “But the you already gave us most of what matters.” Her shifts toward the hills before returning to him.
“There’s a camp in the hills. There’s someone leading it. There are enough people there to threaten travelers who aren’t prepared.”
Her expression remainscalm as she continues. “You don’t sound loyal to them,” she continues. “You sound tired.”
She stares at him for a moment, more out of empathy than any thing else. “Tired people usually start confusing survival with bargaining. They think if they talk long enough, they can negotiate their way back to the point before things went wrong.” She shakes her head. “That part has already passed.”
There is no cruelty in the words, she states it with the same certainty she uses when speaking currents, rivers, or death.
“What matters now is whether your boss expects you back tonight,” she says. “And when strangers walk into that camp, who is most likely to shoot first?”
“I’m sure that the schmuck who flew is going to tell them that everyone else is dead,” the bandit replies. “They’re just as likely to shoot me as much as you—if they’re still at camp; I don’t think they’d just sit around and let you do what you did a second time.”
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Lethira watches him for a moment. “You think the fact that the survivor escaped gives you leverage,” she says calmly. “It does not.” Her gaze remains on him “If he reached the camp already, then your people know this road went badly. That means they are either preparing to leave or preparing for us.”
She continues. “You have a conundrum, If we kill you, the the current will take you. If your people decide you talked, they will likely kill you themselves.” She lowers herself slightly nearer to him. “At this point, your life is no longer something for you to bargain with,” she says quietly. “Other people are already deciding that on your behalf”
Then she leans in towards him. “The only thing still belonging to you right now,” she says softly, “is whether this ends with people remembering you as useful or disposable.”
Gulp, goes the bandit. “I just signed on for the money. We thought that we could just sneak up, check the wagon, grab the stuff, and we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
”The wagon’s empty, chowderhead,” Joe growls at him. He is getting tired of this discussion and seems ready to personally send both of the bandits straight to Geozuz so he can get on with his life.
“Well, eXcUsE mE,” Big Dummy retorts. “If we knew you were a bunch of dirty broke washed-up losers, we wouldn’t have bothered.”
”Dirty washed-up loser yourself,” Joe fires back. “You know darn well where my money went. Why I oughta…!” Muscles or not, he looks angry enough to end Big Dummy with his bare hands.
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*Wait… how’s he gonna pay us then?*
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Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!*The thug is demanding money in exchange for taking you to the bandit camp; he wants you to pay him*
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"Just kill him he seems to value gold more than his life after all" Flins says annoyed
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