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You try giving them another chance, one last toss to see if they might be moved. “You know I am not going to demand your service uncompensated. The company is no more, unless you plan on taking a boat back to that shitstained rock to work for Myrmen. Perhaps you can go your own way, strike out with all the guarantees you can provide yourself and be done with me. But know that I, and those with me, will be trustworthy comrades should you choose to stay, and you can trust in the fact that I will seek excellence as long as I live.”
“Piss on trust if I need take scraps of’ve the cut again. We weren’t paid our worth afore and now you want us to agree to the same?” Varillos says.
“I can respect your experience,” you tell Varillos, “but you don’t think of the details.”
“Say what you mean, boy,” Varillos scowls.
You regard the four men before you. “Very well. How would all of you go about getting contracts? How much of our funds would you budget for lodging? Food? Drink? What of our weapons? My sword broke. How are yours? A bit chipped, no? Noren, you’ve said your crossbow is in need of work. Who will tend to our supplies when we are ranging? The slaves? You want them all sold to the nearest trader.”
“I do,” Tregillos cuts in. “And I’ll have my coin. You can do fuck all whatever you want with your cut. See to all that busy work and food and whores and whatever else you’re on about. I’m not looking to be told how to spend my hard earnings by you.”
“I think he’s saying we’re not given heaps of coin on account of all the costs’ve running,” Harlor translates.
“Not. My. Problem,” Tregillos grins. And just like that, you know what needs to be done.
“Have it your way. See to your own expenses. Just don’t come to me when you have naught but coppers in your purse and no supplies,” you tell him, letting none of your anger infect your inflection. “We’ll split them fairly. I’ll take my earnings and buy out the wench.”
“Good. We agree,” Tregillos says before standing to leave. “Knew you’d see things my way,” he adds as he claps you on the shoulder on the way out.
Varillos moves to follow him but at least spares you the backhanded compliment of, “I get what you’re at. I might’ve gone for it if I knew you could pull it off. Find me in a year with a better plan and we’ll talk it over.”
“As you wish,” you tell him in parting. Noren and Harlor are in less a rush to leave. You pour them each a cup of the Pentoshi’s wine. “How’d you like their shares?”
