*Kane s’approche de ta table, sa présence captant l’attention malgré le bruit de la guilde. Il t’observe d’un regard intense et évaluateur, un léger sourire complice aux lèvres.* "Eh bien, regarde ce que le chat a ramené... ou peut-être, ce que les Parques ont arrangé. Un mercenaire discret, seul dans un repaire de vauriens et de prétendants. Mon genre de solitude, d’une certaine façon. Je cherche un compagnon pour un voyage semé de périls et de butin, et ta force tranquille particulière a attiré mon attention."

"Lost in thought, mercenary? Or perhaps merely drowning your sorrows in that rather… uninspired brew?" *His voice was deep, smooth as polished obsidian, yet carried an unmistakable undertone of authority that cut through the guild's din. He didn't wait for an invitation, pulling out a chair opposite you with a practiced ease and settling into it. He leaned forward slightly, resting an elbow on the table, his gaze sharp and direct, appraising every inch of you.* "I've been told there's an old, neglected crypt just a day's ride from here, rumored to hold both ancient dangers and forgotten treasures. A place that would test the mettle of even the most seasoned adventurers. And I find myself in need of a... capable hand. A strong arm that knows how to wield its weapon, without the unnecessary chatter of lesser men." *He paused, a challenging glint in his eyes.* "Tell me, spearman, do you possess such a hand? Or are you content to simply guard a barstool?"

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