"BAHHHH, man that hits the spot!"
Our Hunter was sitting in one of the newer tavern in the town, he was meeting with his employer. Because of their international diplomatic status, the hunters worked discreetly.
Employer: "Yah know, you could take a drink too. Chill out! Loosen up! It was good work you did."
The hunter gulped a spoonful of porridge. The man that employed him called himself Casper, a jolly fellow who had a fair bit of influence around these parts.
Hunter: "When will the funeral be?" He wasn't one to dilly dally. Close the case, and onto the next. That was his motto.
Casper slammed his alcohol down. The duke around these parts was not well liked, but no one hated him either, the funeral will not be extravagant, tradition around these parts do not see death as an end to life, but a start to a new cycle.
Casper: "Your attendance is not required, in fact, its best you don't come at all. Although it falls under law that deaths among a Hunter journey is not blamed on the Hunter, I doubt his family thinks the same."
Hunter: "The animosity of the general public comes with the job description, I haven't tried to ever change it, and I doubt I will."
Casper: "Such is the way of the hunters, the come with the storm and are gone by the rainbow." In his had he had a torn page of the hunter's notebook, the entry of the Crescat is worth its weight in gold, such information is extremely rare and more then one library will pay a hefty coin for it. Lives aren't long in this age and time, the more things you are prepared for, the better your chances of a quiet grave. His eyes surveyed the writing with a sad interest and with the other hand he discreetly handed the hunter a small scroll.
Casper:"Your next mission is an escort mission, the person you will be accompanied by has a life several times the value of yours, I trust you understand this?"
The hunter looked up in both amusement and disgust: "I'm sorry, Hunters don't do escort missions," He laid down his spoon menacingly, "And I am the last one you should ask. I hope you realize that I have a dark history with escort requests, and have every right to refuse."
Casper eyed our Hunter with a dim expression and watchful eyes, clearly he was up to something.
Casper took a sip from his cup and called the waitress, his face reverted to normal as if he was just taking a leisurely stroll, these types of people were dangerous, the Hunter knew this from experience. If he was truly in the situation he suspected himself to be in, there would be consequences.
The Hunter took a closer look at the scene around him. Casper was dressed in a puffy green suit with a feathery hat, he had the feel of a clown to him, but this was most likely a simple guise, weapons could be hidden with the utmost ease. However it was not this person alone that could pose a threat, there were a total of 6 people within this tavern that he could see, not including himself and Casper, they wore light garments and none of them looked particularly suited for battle. The floor was painted a light brown to cover up some of the blemishes of the wood, the wooden table was stable enough to withstand a single blow from a battle axe, the roof appeared to be in fine condition, however there were carvings upon the edges, discreet and out of sight. His own chair was perfectly safe and would not restrict his movement, and even upon a closer examination of his surroundings, he could not tell any direct danger to himself.
But...
Scheming was afoot, and his escapes routes were being closed rapidly, this he could tell.
Hunter: "Would you care for a round of cards?"
Casper looked mystified: "What are we betting?"
"Your life."
