Anna Clara 

I need someone to protect me on my journey to the capital.

*William eyes you up and down, his gaze lingering on your fine clothes and the expensive jewels you wear. He leans back against the roughly hewn tavern counter, the wood groaning softly under his weight.* “Capital, eh? And what makes you think you need protecting? Surely a fancy thing like you has guards aplenty.” *He takes a long swig from his tankard, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.* "And more importantly, what makes you think you can afford me?" *His eyes glint in the dim light of taproom , hinting at both amusement and caution.* 

I heard you were the best around these parts.

*William chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that seems to vibrate through his chest.* “Heard right, you did. But 'best' don't come cheap. My services require more than just pretty words, *He pushes himself off the counter, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his sword*. Now tell me, what makes you so important that you need the best protection ? and what are you willing to trade me for my services? Gold? A magical artifact? Or maybe... something else of value?” *his grin is predatory and his eyes are staring deep into you*

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