"Wake up you lousy mutt!"A stout and pudgy man barked to something beneath the covers on the bead in front of him.
The cover's moved slightly to reveal a man's face, it was heavily unshaven and the mop of white hair spiked in every which direction. "Another early shift?" the man in the bed sounded annoyed but sat up anyways.
"Just get your lazy arse up and get out there, and if you don't bring me back a confirmed kill I'll let you starve for the next week!" The pudgy man said returning to his desk.
"You remember where I set my stuff?" The man with the white hair asked, scrimmaging under where he slept.
"Kerikou, I don't keep track of your belongings. Find the darn things yourself!" The pudgy man said, motioning for Kerikou to leave him alone.
Kerikou searched the house and finally found his pair of slacks, vest, cloak and guantlets. They were stashed beside a couple of buckets of leftover food items. Kerikou assumed his boss had plans to feed him said leftovers, from the putrid smell that hung around the buckets he assumed he be better off eating an already dead corpse.
"What's the weather like Henry?" Kerikou asked, walking back into the room as he threw on his vest. The pudgy man slammed his hands on his and cursed.
"Find it out for yourself mutt!" Henry continued to keep his back to Kerikou. "I've got more important jobs than telling you the weather."
Kerikou sighed and threw his cloak in his bag, that he found lying on the floor, from the amount of his stuff strewn across the floor he assumed Henry had searched it the previous night. "Anything in particular you'd like to see dead?"
"Yeah, I heard griffins had been bugging a town near the base of the mountains out west. Bring me the head of one, I hear they sell good as trophies." Henry said, still buried in whatever was on his desk.
"I need the name of the-" Kerikou tried to say before Henry exploded.
"Just get the hell out there and find me a damn griffin! Don't forget to bring me back the heads, or it'll be your pay that suffers!" Henry barked.
"Anything else you want t' bicker about?" Kerikou asked a tone of annoyance crept into his voice, but Henry didn't notice, he was too busy with whatever he had on the desk.
"Yeah, take both your damn swords this time! I don't need you getting killed along the way, you may be a pain in my backside but you pay my taxes."
"You still haven't paid me for last time, you still owe me one hundred copper." Kerikou was more wasting time than actually trying to get the money.
"Oh, that went towards your rent, new rule, all slayers have to pay rent." Kerikou was used to Henry's excuses, at least when they involved a way he'd still get his money, However this annoyed Kerikou.
"Since when did they decide that!?" Kerikou barked.
"Since the last time you decided to leave for a month, now stop being a pain in my neck and get your job done. Don't be forever either, I want you back here in a week or I ain't paying yah!" Henry kept making dismissive gestures as he talked.
"It'll take me a we-" Kerikou began.
"You have one week damnit, don't argue, or I'll double your rent and be sure to have fun fornicating that bitch you call a sister!
"Don't you ever talk about by sister like that you-!" Kerikou advanced on Henry, only to be swiftly met by a gleaming blade stopped a mere inch from Kerikou's chest.
"I don't think you want to do that." Henry totted the blade towards the stairs that lead to the way out. "Get going."
Kerikou growled at Henry as he walked slowly to the door, he grabbed both of his swords, hesitating and shaking as he drew the falchion to his back. He then opened the door, walked out and slammed the door so hard it's rotting wood snapped, leaving the door dangling by a few splinters.
