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Samara." The Elf smiled at
Urchin once more in answer to his question. "My title's too long in the heat of the moment."
"Samara, that's a pretty name," the lad commented before turning back to the pink haired woman. "An' yer... Moar... Morn... More Nai? Like Mornin'?" he asked, utterly butchering the name. He had a bad habit of mispronouncing peoples names if he hadn't heard them before and they were anything longer than a single syllable.
"Why you look so devious and moody doll?" He teased.
"She ain't a 'doll', she's a 'lady'," Urchin told the young man off. "You'd know that if ya was a proper gent like me." ... Oh yes, a prime example of high society gentlemen was Urchin. His idea of how to treat a lady with respect was to whisper 'ta ever so' under his breath as he ran away with her coin purse.
The boy gave a childish pout as Mute snatched his drink away, but then he wasn't here to have a good time. He was here strictly on business. So, when Rou suggested that they got down to business and Mute nodded his agreement, he leaned back in his chair and got started on his story.
"Right I guess there's enough of ya hear ta tell ya what the job is," he said, lowering his voice. "I'll try to cut a long story short. My associate Mute an' me, we got this... Client... Well, more of a boss really... What we 'ad ta procure some goods fer... Not strictly legal goods ya see... Recreational type goods, if ya know what I mean. So, me an' Mute, we meet up with this contact what 'ooks us up with the goods we need an'... Well, lets just say we fucked it up bad. This guy what we got our goods from, I dunno what 'e cut it with, but whatever it was, it would probably 'ave left 'alf our clients dead in an alley somewhere if we'd actually sold it. Luckily I decided ta... Well... Test the merchandise before we sold it, an'... Well, let's just say that if Mute here hadn't dragged me to the docks an' dunked my 'ead under water till I woke up, then made me throw up till I could 'ardly breath, well.. I probably wouldn't be 'ere today. Thanks again fer that mate," he said to Mute with a smile. Oh, the crap his poor colleague had to put up with on his account. "So, here's the situation we're in now. We got a boss what's waitin' on a delivery of powder, an' we got a whole bunch o' powder what we 'ad ta dump in the river... So now, we gotta get more powder, an' we ain't got no coin left ta buy it with."
Yep, hardly a penny to their names, that was the tricky part, especially when trying to hire a bunch of mercenaries to do the job for them. This job was going to be a hard sell if ever there was one. "So, before we can get paid fer our services, we gotta get our 'ands on some new powder without payin; fer it. That's where you fellas come in," Urchin explained to the group. "Them no good dirty bastards what cut our stash with rat poison an' left me fer dead... Well, they got a new batch arrivin' at the docks today, an' this stuff ain't been cut yet. They got a contact in the city what does that fer 'em. So, the plan is ta get to that stash before they finish unloadin' it, run off with ten times the powder what we paid fer, sell it ta the boss lady fresh an' uncut, an' then get ourselves a massive reward fer a job well done... An' that's how we pay all of you!" he finished the story. "It's a lot of powder they're splittin', Gonna be a big old reward, split fair an' square between everybody in on the job." Of course, that meant that the less people that showed up, the bigger a cut everyone would get. For Urchin, the fact that his army of twenty to thirty mercenaries hadn't showed up yet was worrying. To everyone else, it meant a considerably bigger payout.