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Post by The Horror on Dec 12, 2018 22:58:12 GMT
A scrawny man with the moustache of a 13-year-old even though he was around his mid-thirties, Lord Gaelyn stumbled into a room. His eyes were wide in terror, his face covered in sweat. Lord Gaelyn wore very fine quotes despite being up to his neck in debt. "Don't joke, I'm fucked. Completely fucked." Moving as fast as a rat, Gaelyn skittered towards the seat before Jonarth. "I made a bet with Laenar. Something about slaves, I was drunk, I don't remember. What matters is that I lost and now he is after me. One of his thugs came knocking on my door, said that I should pay him up or he'd break my legs. I can't lose my legs, you know how I love my legs." "Please, Jon. We're pals." He stuttered. "I've always paid you in the agreed time schedule. You know Laenar, you know what he's going to do to me."
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 12, 2018 23:39:45 GMT
Jonarth let out a long sigh. “Betting with a Maltolos?” He shook his head. “Bad business, bad business.” He looked at his slave and considered a moment. “What do you owe?” He asked.
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Post by The Horror on Dec 13, 2018 8:52:31 GMT
"Fivehundredhonors..." Gaelyn muttered almost unintelligibly, he looked to the ground in shame.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 13, 2018 16:26:28 GMT
Jonarth nodded at that. He looked to Zara. “Get him a drink, my dear,” he said. “My friend has a terrible need to quench his thirst.” While she went to get a drink he pulled out a piece of parchment and began writing. He chatted as he wrote. “Ordinarily the state of your legs would be nothing to me,” he said amiably, “but you’ve never given me cause to doubt your intention to repay the sum you owe.” He slid the document over when he was done. “So let’s be...partners,” he said. “I will get...eh, a fifth of our business’s sales, and you will get one thousand honors today. And,” he added, “the only gambling you do is downstairs....here,” he emphasized. “Let me find out you make side bets elsewhere, and,” he nodded towards Z in the corner, “she will come visit you. And she won’t be after your legs.” He offered him the quill to sign it. “Does that seem fair?”
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 13, 2018 18:39:26 GMT
Zeleika, in the corner looked up at her name. She was not hiding her dagger, she was using it to clean beneath her nails and she smiled at the idea of playing a cat to this mouse.
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Post by The Horror on Dec 14, 2018 9:02:21 GMT
"A FIFTH?" Vaelyn's voice cracked as he exclaimed in exasperation. His eyes darted towards Z, he had not realized she had been there the whole time. "Sorry. I mean, a fifth? You're gonna break me like that, buddy. I might not be able to pay you anymore at the end of the month."
He tries looking at Johnarth with the begging eyes of a stray puppy. However, he ended seeming more like a pathetic man child begging for money to try and cover a debt he brought upon himself for being extremely stupid.
"Can't you help me out like always? Get me the money now and I'll pay you the interest over time, until I get the whole money. I promise I won't let you down. Come on."
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 14, 2018 12:15:52 GMT
“You don’t sound like a man worried about his legs right now,” Jonarth said. “I’m offering you twice the money you asked for, and all for the chance to become partners. Think how much business you’ll be getting now that people will know old Lord Gaelyn and Jonarth Dabrezzio are in business.” He pointed to the door. “Or you can go ask someone else for help.”
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Post by The Horror on Dec 14, 2018 17:47:26 GMT
"Fine..." Gaelyn sighed. "I do care about my legs, one fifth it is."
"Do you think Laenar would break my leg even if I gave him the money?" He asked, his tone betraying a certain anxiety in his voice, as if he already knew the answer. "That vermin would surely do that. Could you... Eerm... Send someone to get my back when I deliver the gold? Maybe that chick on the corner, she looks tough."
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 14, 2018 17:56:27 GMT
“Z,” Jonarth said, looking over to his consigliere, “do you fancy a trip to the nice part of town?” He rolled his neck. “Our new partner will see you something nice for the trouble.”
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 14, 2018 18:31:27 GMT
“Call me a chick again and I’ll give women a reason never to look at you again.” Z said, pushing herself up and putting her dagger away.
“Lead on.”
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Post by The Horror on Dec 14, 2018 20:13:35 GMT
Gaelyn swallowed dry after Z's retort.
"I might have made a wrong choice." The minor Noble whispered to himself. He had meant for it to be unintelligible, he obviously failed miserably at it and didn't even realize.
"Alright, show me the money, my friend." He smiled anxiously.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 14, 2018 20:35:50 GMT
Zeleika chuckled darkly in her corner at the response. She readied herself for a bit of entertainment at least
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 14, 2018 21:01:54 GMT
Jonarth motioned for Z to keep a watch on him as he unlocked his cash box to get the necessary coin put. He put it into two bags, separated by half, then motioned for him to take it. “Straight to Laenar Maltolos,” he said. “No delays.”
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Post by The Horror on Dec 17, 2018 9:14:35 GMT
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jon." Gaelyn jumped towards the enterpeneur end kissed his hands several times. "Thank you for saving my legs."
After regaining his composure he got back to his feet and turned to Z.
"Alright let's go kick some Maltalos' ass... I mean, let's go make a payment."
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