Garon--in full-on bounty hunter guise--made certain to pause for a good few extra seconds, the faceless visage of his helmet lending the impression that he was staring into the individual's soul as they stood offering that scrap of parchment to him. Finally, without moving his head, he sedately reached out to snatch the paper, his helm tilting down just slightly to take in the details on its surface.
Well, they were certainly jumping straight to the big guns, with a sum that high. But just for murder and spying for Garlemald? No, that didn't add up. He'd never seen even a seven-digit price for a Garlean spy, let alone an eight-digit one.
If nothing else, he was a fast reader, and a fast thinker. The hooded figure hadn't managed to get more than three paces before the rasp of a pistol being drawn from its holster could be heard, a faint hum following it as the weapon energized.
"Turn, petitioner. I would have more details."
Well, they were certainly jumping straight to the big guns, with a sum that high. But just for murder and spying for Garlemald? No, that didn't add up. He'd never seen even a seven-digit price for a Garlean spy, let alone an eight-digit one.
If nothing else, he was a fast reader, and a fast thinker. The hooded figure hadn't managed to get more than three paces before the rasp of a pistol being drawn from its holster could be heard, a faint hum following it as the weapon energized.
"Turn, petitioner. I would have more details."
Chris Ganale | R'tahz Tia | Yuuna Akashi | Chao Lingshen | Seno Nakakami | L'dran Cresnoble | Garon Crayson