Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-24344819-20191119182203

Aetheon took a short glance at the person pointed out by the bartender. A young halfbreed, all skin and bones. He turned back to the bartender.

"Hard times. Little food, fewer contracts. One would think with all the chaos caused by the eruption demand would go up for people with my profession. Say, you don´t happen to know any rumours, do you? Anyone looking for someone to take care of a job? Off the books."

Aetheon wasn´t beneath getting work from the criminal underbelly of society if nothing else was available. He had done so quite a few times before and often times these types of unofficial contracts turned out to be more interesting than the official ones. Many people in his line of work were the same these days.