Nero loosened his fist and swapped his highly vexed expression for one more conciliatory. It seemed there was no dissuading either of them. Again, he silently cursed; were this Ul'dah, he could have simply passed them both gil and gone on his way. It would have been expensive and set him back some days, if not weeks, surely, but it would have worked. Ironic that it was Limsa Lominsa's anarchic freedom that had liberated Nero from his home city's grip on his mind, yet now that very freedom seemed to stand in his way.
"Funding someone who seeks to kill or otherwise maim all criminals in Limsa Lominsa seems counter-productive," Nero said, his tone still smoldering from his admittedly embarrassing outburst. "If you're willing to furnish some slipshod vigilante with that kind of information, you might as well just save yourself the trouble and spend your coin on a noose."Â
He turned his gaze to Kink, and it was to his chagrin that he could tell that the Miqo'te was enjoying this. Two eager clients, and the terms were hers to set, for whilst Nero had been Kink's only option before, Kink now had the room to potentially choose. And the smuggler could only guess at the newcomer's angle. Inessa might have coin, but she couldn't have more than him. "And while I've no objections to an independent soul such as yourself working multiple jobs, your information will not hold much value if everyone you have info on are but bodies floating in the Strait of Merlthor at the end of all of this."
In his mind, Nero analyzed the situation. What would he do in Kink's position? This newcomer was some kind of soft-handed do-gooder who apparently fancied herself as a proper representative justice. He hadn't yet figured whether or not the "I'm going to cleanse Limsa Lominsa of crime because that kind of idealistic pipe dream is surely possible in one lifespan" angle the newcomer was pursuing was a joke or not. And if it wasn't, Kink would be putting herself at risk, because surely that laughable vigilante would kill her once her usefulness had come to an end.
If it had been Nero instead of Kink, he would have chosen himself. But then, egotist that he was, he would always have chosen himself.
Suffice to say that Nero didn't know what "bias" meant.
"She might claim to be able to compensate you appropriately, but she has nothing to show for it," Nero prompted. He leaned against the wall, folding his arms. "But I do."
It was anyone's game now.
"Funding someone who seeks to kill or otherwise maim all criminals in Limsa Lominsa seems counter-productive," Nero said, his tone still smoldering from his admittedly embarrassing outburst. "If you're willing to furnish some slipshod vigilante with that kind of information, you might as well just save yourself the trouble and spend your coin on a noose."Â
He turned his gaze to Kink, and it was to his chagrin that he could tell that the Miqo'te was enjoying this. Two eager clients, and the terms were hers to set, for whilst Nero had been Kink's only option before, Kink now had the room to potentially choose. And the smuggler could only guess at the newcomer's angle. Inessa might have coin, but she couldn't have more than him. "And while I've no objections to an independent soul such as yourself working multiple jobs, your information will not hold much value if everyone you have info on are but bodies floating in the Strait of Merlthor at the end of all of this."
In his mind, Nero analyzed the situation. What would he do in Kink's position? This newcomer was some kind of soft-handed do-gooder who apparently fancied herself as a proper representative justice. He hadn't yet figured whether or not the "I'm going to cleanse Limsa Lominsa of crime because that kind of idealistic pipe dream is surely possible in one lifespan" angle the newcomer was pursuing was a joke or not. And if it wasn't, Kink would be putting herself at risk, because surely that laughable vigilante would kill her once her usefulness had come to an end.
If it had been Nero instead of Kink, he would have chosen himself. But then, egotist that he was, he would always have chosen himself.
Suffice to say that Nero didn't know what "bias" meant.
"She might claim to be able to compensate you appropriately, but she has nothing to show for it," Nero prompted. He leaned against the wall, folding his arms. "But I do."
It was anyone's game now.
