"Hello, ma'am."
"Are you the boy they sent to help me?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Oh, thank you so much. I need you to go teach my husband a lesson. You'll find him in the Bashful Maiden. Ask the bartender about him."
"May I ask why I must 'teach your husband a lesson'?"
"No, just go do your job!"
"Alright, sorry, ma'am."
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Now were is that tavern? Ah there it is! Hm? That face! It's that face! Why is that face their logo? It's far to familiar. I wish I knew who that was. Anyway it's time to get the job done.
"Hello? You're the bartender, right?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
"I was told to seek you out. Rayna wants her husband to be 'taught a lesson'."
"Ah yes. This way."
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"Alright, there he is. I recomend you hurry up though."
"Yes."
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"Hello? Are you Rayna's husband?"
"Yes, I am. What do you want."
"I'm here to teach you a lesson."
"Is that so? Do you know why Rayna wants me dead?"
"No."
"She is vile, evil. She wants me dead so she can take over my bar, sell it, and inherit all of my money. Only for a few thousand coin. But honeslty, I don't think that's why. I believe she is up to something. Something very bad. If you must kill me, at least stop my wife. You don't have to kill her, but don't let her carry out her plans. Now, do what you must."
"But, sir."
"Do it!"
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir!"
"Agh!"
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"Rayna? Your husband is dead."
"Oh, thank you! Now here is your payment, with a bonus!"
"Thank you, ma'am."
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"Sir, I finished the job."
"So I've heard. Congratulations, welp. Your now a mercenary."
"Thank you, sir."
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Ugh, I can't sleep. I shouldn't have done that job, but I had to. Ugh, I need to rest.
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Huh? There's that face again!
"Hey! Who are you!?"
"I am. . ."
"Wait! Don't go!"
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Even the voice is familiar. It has to be someone I know. But the question is: "Who?". I have to find and soon.
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"*Yawn!* I slept quite well."
"Ha ha. I can see this, my boy. So, how did yesterdays work go?"
"It went fair."
"I see. Well, the Leader is asking for you. You've got another job. See to him, and make haste with it."
"I see. I will be going then. See you."
"Goodbye, child."
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"Leader, I hear you've some work for me."
"Yes. Go see your client, Grelen. She requires you to retrieve a family airloom from a band of thieves."
"Yes, sir. It will be done."
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