Recent content by Sebastion Kane

Cato's aggravated cadence was his greatest tell. Bash knew he had the bloke on the more agreeable side of things. All he needed to do was wait out the spittle of profanity before they shook on what may be the easiest coin of their pitiful lives. A momentary hush fell over them as the pair sat...

"That's it, Cato. I swear it." He could sense a bead of frustration in his counterparts expression. "It would be an asinine mistake on their end to put this on paper. One I'd happily take, but its not reality." He shifted his seat to close the gap between the two. Lowering his voice, he...

He withdrew his sword from the skull of the condemned and wiped his blade clean. "Right." He gave a cursory glance at the scene and left ten gold pieces on the table next to the damaged one they sat at before the brawl. He quickly checked the pockets of the fallen to replenish his expenditure...

He slammed the pommel of fidelity against the jaw of his assailant, knocking him on top of the other knight. The strikes he delivered weren't meant to kill, just concuss. Maybe some questioning would be needed? He spun on his heel, leaving the vemure lads to struggle with their topsy turvy...

"Why yes of course. Excuse my manners." He tied the bag back onto his belt and flipped his armor over it. "I've always been the one keen on saving and investing. Allow me to pay our way if it comes to that." With that, they took their leave. On their way to the Inn Cato spat out information at...

He nodded in agreement at Cato's words about trouble an all that. He weighed and measured the kid behind his calm countenance. The kid had spunk, moxie, and a hardened look about em. They needed more of that. The last crew was lacking, and much older. "Dotards." he mumbled behind Cato's...

"The only thing that reeks around here is you." He quipped. Then winked. "The coin IS good, agreed." He said, inquisitively stroking his chin. His thoughts grew louder, muffling Cato's joke. A sacred artifact of this magnitude must go for a prettier penny than what the queen has to offer. Maybe...

Sebastion was one of those half-competent cunts keen on getting paid. Him and Cato have pitched in on the same pot the last few jobs, and they were quite happy with their arrangement. He read the post after Cato concluded his drawn out and thorough inspection. Soaked deep within the very ground...