Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190221011452/@comment-5543592-20190223221531

"Huh." Yaden mumbled. "Wonder how that all came about."

"I'd be careful with this one, Graicus." Svieva said. "Most certainly careful with what you say.  He's only out for himself."

Yaden snorted, nearly spitting a bite of food out of his mouth. "What does that make you?  Never claimed to be interested in anything else.  You just complained that we were talking business without you?  That mean you have some kind of offer to make?  Let's hear it then.  As long as she doesn't suggest killing the dragon by herself."

"And what if I do?  Don't think it's possible, Yaden?"

"Might be. But it's not profitable, because you're certain to demand half the dragon's hoard."

Svieva smirked. "At least half."

"There's no profit for us that way.  We're poor, poor warriors princess.  When loot passes us by, we go hungry."

"We live off scraps, passed from the lord's table..." Nogugh added in a sombre voice.

"...and have to collect our drinking water from the top of of yurt after each rainfall.  No choice for us, princess.  It's either loot or starve.  Starve and freeze.  Inns cost money."

"So does beer." Gnuka added.

"And dirty whores." Nogugh supplied.

"So forgive us, princess, if we turn down your offer." Yaden grinned.