Ghost sat at his table, eating his pie. Eating his damn good pie. Around halfway through he heard a word that perked him right up. The word Guard. He like that word, being a guard was good money. And if the group he was guarding were traveling, well, he could eek more out of them by being their cook as well. Everybody loves a good cook. Sighing he left the rest of his pie on the table, money being a better prospect then good food at the moment. He grabbed his great axe Eea with his right hand, his helmet sitting on the table with his left and made his way over to the woman that said the magic word of money, using his large axe much like a walking stick. As he headed over there, the axe thumped heavily every other step, making it quite obvious where he was headed. He stopped in front of the woman, the axe made one final thump, and Ghost gave the lady his best, million gil smile, eyes glinting with pleasure at th overly dramatic entrance.
"I bid you a good day Madame," Ghost spoke in a smooth, even voice, "My name is Klane Baet, I could not help but overhear you speak just a moment ago, sadly I was unable to hear much, but you did speak one role in which I excel. I, my lady, am a proffesional mercenary. A lone wolf for hire if you will. But, before we get to any buissness I would like to know the name of such a lovely lady." He finished this short speach with his most dashing smile.
"I bid you a good day Madame," Ghost spoke in a smooth, even voice, "My name is Klane Baet, I could not help but overhear you speak just a moment ago, sadly I was unable to hear much, but you did speak one role in which I excel. I, my lady, am a proffesional mercenary. A lone wolf for hire if you will. But, before we get to any buissness I would like to know the name of such a lovely lady." He finished this short speach with his most dashing smile.
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.