>>5277253>>5277254>>5277281>>5277324>>5277362>>5277369>>5277470>>5277548>>5277578>>5277855>>5277920"That's easy. If it's just bandits, I can fight that many." Overconfidence has been the downfall of many among your people, but you would not sell yourself short either. The woman known as 'Jezyrene Delyl' is a physical instrument that is demonstrably superior to the average sellsword in terms of both experience and raw talent, and you know it. Charging more for your services would not be unreasonable, but in the end you decide against making that demand. There was something else you wanted, in any case. "But if I do this right, I want to ask you about someone I'm looking for."
The Keeper narrows his eyes, looking you up and down in an attempt to gauge your intent. He seems quite familiar with these sorts negotiations. "Excellent. My men will give you directions shortly before you depart, and if it is within my means, then I fail to see why I couldn't reward you with information. Who, might I ask, is it that you intend to find?" You stand, readjusting the belt from which the hilt of your weapon hangs before answering coolly. "We can talk about that after I get back. There's something else I want to know about. The werebeasts."
Greycastle clicks his tongue. "The same story as always. The cult of Malar spreads like a rash through the wilds, they infect yokels with their curse, and cause an epidemic of moon howlers." You blink. It was astounding, how many gods the people of this world had. He picks up on your confusion and clarifies. "God of beasts, bloodlust, savagery. A cancer to all civilized beings. Malarites believe that it is sacred to stalk and kill."
