[Soldier]

Now, THIS, Ryan could relate to. “The Fiannas are Mercenaries, as well, so we know this all too well. Th’ city has money, never fear. After all, they have kept an entire clan of Warriors since the Imperial fortress an’ th’ Crimson Keep were destroyed in th’ fires. Of course, th’ Fiannas help by payin’ where th’ city can’t. I’m here on behalf o’ the city as well as the Fiannas to see what ye be plannin’. An’ ta make sure ye know ye’re not to be havin’ yer fun without us!” The Fianna dignitary sat back and moved on to the next bit of business, the keystone to any Mercenary’s heart. A heavy bag clinked as it landed on the desk, and a coin of gold slipped out to lie on the polished desk surface.

“Yer first payment. 100 Crowns ta peak yer interest. Upon successful negotiation of our contracts, ye receive yer first payment up front, then will be expected to show yer stuff. Th’ Undead are in force, this I know. I can vouch I saw with me own eyes good friends o’ mine walkin’ about with mortal wounds inside th’ quarantined area. There’s also some that were ancient. Yer job is ta clear th’ dead out. Now… Name yer price, lad.”