Sebastion Kane
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"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 reiterated. "We're getting paid handsomely to pervade and occupy a farm. Osren province, east of Taagi Baara, Newbrook Farms. They're a main distributor of resources to our benefactor, Baron Mowbray. His contender is named Baron Lawson. That's all I know. Some big dicks are in a pissing match. 1 week. 200g a fuckin day. Farmers, Cato. Farmers." He leaned back, pleased with himself. He knew it was never as easy as he played it out to be. Hell, if Cato didn't want to take this job he'd understand completely. But Bash was hoping he found a desperation pressure point.
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