[Soldier]

The large Barbarian stuck a huge paw out to grip the Elf’s, his grip bone crushing. It wasn’t like he was trying to force anything on the Commander; it was just the way of the Fianna. “Bargain struck,” Ryan said simply, getting to his feet. A second pouch landed on the table, this one twice as heavy as the first. “Four hundred crowns, an’ th’ contract is yours. Th’ provisions’ll be delivered after ye deliver a list to our Clan Chieftain. Understand, however… Ye’re ta be helpin’ us, not doin’ it on yer own, lad. We were th’ ones with th’ contract ta be getting’ th’ city goin’. No disrespectin’ ye or yer men, but we’re honor bound ta see this crisis over.” The two large Fianna nodded and turned, shutting the door behind them with a powerful slam, loud enough to cause the Elf’s teeth to rattle.