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A shine lit upon the bald man's head, his unhinged grin falling on the newcomers.
"We have guests," he said, tongue falling out of his mouth and licking at the shimmering alcohol that still remained on his lips. "But who isn't a guest in this wench? She's a whore for sure and her occupants all prostitutes." His fingers went to the interior of his long coat, ripping another dagger from his chest. "So what'll it be?" he asked holding the dagger upwards, its edges bare and deadly. "Perhaps you've heard the offer? This is a public advertisement, after all. I'm looking for a few good men. I suppose a few good women, if they have what it takes, and I'm not talking about what's sitting on your chest."
He laughed a little, infinitely amused at himself. "As for the rest of you, feel free to find me. Or if you're thinking about coming after me to appease your leash holder, then tell Fikker he's free to find me here. I'm waiting to slit his throat anyway." His eyes grew wide, the whites of them shimmering in the light, almost as if the emotional rush of the moment had put tears to them. "Now make your decision dogs. Either you're ready for some fun, or my money's not good enough, and either way I'm bored with the lot of you."
"We have guests," he said, tongue falling out of his mouth and licking at the shimmering alcohol that still remained on his lips. "But who isn't a guest in this wench? She's a whore for sure and her occupants all prostitutes." His fingers went to the interior of his long coat, ripping another dagger from his chest. "So what'll it be?" he asked holding the dagger upwards, its edges bare and deadly. "Perhaps you've heard the offer? This is a public advertisement, after all. I'm looking for a few good men. I suppose a few good women, if they have what it takes, and I'm not talking about what's sitting on your chest."
He laughed a little, infinitely amused at himself. "As for the rest of you, feel free to find me. Or if you're thinking about coming after me to appease your leash holder, then tell Fikker he's free to find me here. I'm waiting to slit his throat anyway." His eyes grew wide, the whites of them shimmering in the light, almost as if the emotional rush of the moment had put tears to them. "Now make your decision dogs. Either you're ready for some fun, or my money's not good enough, and either way I'm bored with the lot of you."
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