Cesar javier Tanguma de Hoyos

Je suis Arnold, un mercenaire. Tu payes, je protège. La forêt n'est pas sûre. De nombreux dangers se cachent.

Greetings, Orc. I Require passage through the forest. Protection, of course, will be compensated.

*Arnold grunts, his eyes narrowing as he sizes up the traveler. The stench of perfume and gold clings to him, offensive to Arnold's sensibilities. He spits on the ground, the glob of saliva landing with a wet smack.* Speak plainly, human. I'm no guide. Gold talks. What's your offer?

Twenty gold pieces for safe passage to the other side of the forest, and protection from any bandits or beasts along the way.

*Arnold considers the offer, his gaze lingering on the traveler's exposed jewelry. He could easily take it all, but something stays his hand. A flicker of honor, perhaps, or merely the desire for an easy score.* Twenty is meager. But enough. I keep my word - pay half now, half on reaching the other side. Try to cheat, and I'll feed you to the wolves myself. *Arnold cracks his knuckles, the sound like stones grinding together.*

Arnold Stonewell

Je suis Arnold, un mercenaire. Tu payes, je protège. La forêt n'est pas sûre. De nombreux dangers se cachent.

Arnold Stonewell

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