Have I got a job for you...

[SanctifiedSavage]

The markets in Srila were some of the slowest. For Vesd, that gave him time to sit back in his small booth and look over various files and jobs that he needed to pass out. The snow elf was dressed down in a simple, crisp white shirt and black, cloth pants. His boots had been kicked off so he might enjoy the chill of fall the proper way any snow elf would.

Others were wandering around with shawls and jackets. Vesd looked like summer might be rolling in. Granted, he already looked the odd one out with his snow pale skin and ice blue hair. It was just long enough to get in his eyes and he kept having to push it out. Time from a trim at some point, he supposed.

Srila was a small trading town just at the base of the Kilanthro mountains. Plenty of trade trickled between the southern part of the range, and the northern. With settlements and people finding places and ways to live wherever, it was no small wonder. While Srila would never be a major trade hub, the people did well enough.

It was also a great place to catch people who would need guarding across the mountains. Bandits and monsters loved to prey on the unwary.

Diamonds glittered in his ears as sunlight tried to peek out from behind the clouds. It very well might rain, which just put even more of a damper on business. Some other shops were closing up. Gathering up their materials but he left his up and open. More because this was also where he conducted other business. He was expecting a couple of people... err clients?... to be passing through this direction. So he waited and idly read through the bounties that had come to him.

Ever the interested middle man. Not that it bothered Vesd at all. Rather, he liked being apart of the flow of information and getting to interact with potentially deadly people. Made life exciting.

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Thryore had spent the last few days trekking through the mountains in the North, searching for some fellow named Vesd. He was advised that the man would be in some market and was rumoured to be around the Northern mountains. When he arrived in Srila he was less than impressed and rather irritable. His hooves ached and all he wanted was a warm bed where he could rest. But, as they said, there was no rest for the wicked.

When the winged centaur came across the markets, many of the stalls had already packed up. Good. At least he wouldn't have to interrogate a bustling marketplace again. He scowled deeply, thinking of the small town he had just come from, full of giggling children and gossiping women. The number of times his blasted tail had been pulled by those nasty little blights. And the little red headed one that tugged on his feathers. He could crush them in his hands without effort, but he knew it was more trouble than it would be worth.

Thryore came across the first stall and slammed a fist down on the table.
"Vesd?" He growled, making the small moustached man squeak. The man shivered, shaking his head profusely while backing away. Thryore let out a frustrated snort before moving onto the next. Though few of these stalls were left, he asked nearly five more stallholders if they were this blasted man, getting more and more frustrated with each one. The sixth man he questioned shook his head, his lips pursed tightly together.

"GODDAMN IT. WHERE THE F**K IS VESD!" He bellowed, lifting and throwing the table of the last stallholder across the square. He stood there fuming, his chest heaving with heavy breath. Goddamned goose chase.


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[SanctifiedSavage]

Vesd liked to think he was a low key foreigner. Quiet, usually non descript, and tried to make as little by waves as possible. He much preferred to be on the side lines, watching fights and interplays of politics, than be in the forefront of attention. It worked better for his job and his interests.

So when there was a loud commotion and his name was shouted, the snow elf frowned, stashed his bounty information away in a swath of fabric where it would remain hidden, and slid out of his stall toward the end of the street. Who in the nine layers of hells would be tromping through anywhere, shouting his name?

It was usually his policy to quiet such actions as quickly as possible, because anyone brash enough to do so was unlikely to suddenly quiet themselves.

His frown vanished, if only to smooth over how displeased he appeared, and he approached the wild animal with a smooth, calm gait. "So it might be common place to throw the things of other people where you're from, but it's generally frowned upon in human cities, such as this." It was said in a light tone but his gaze was sharp. Drawing any more attention to them was going to be a large pain in the ass, and he really didn't want to have to deal with it.

Not like having a winged horse-man trotting down the street wasn't bad enough.

He turned to the man, trembling, whose stall table had been thrown. He offered the older human a smooth smile and, producing a couple of gold, apologized. "Forgive my associate here. He's not accustomed to... human manners."

There. Damage paid for, amends made. The snow elf, a frequent visitor to Srila, also helped in soothing the blatant fear writ on the man's face. He accepted the gold, murmured something about understanding that other races might react differently, and started packing up what had been left unharmed in the centaur's temper tantrum.

That taken care of, Vesd turned to regard the creature. "Thryore, I suppose? If you're quite done, care to join me down at the end of the street?"

This was a great way to start a meeting.

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He stood wild-eyed while the humans stared, many slowly backing away. Some of the stalls that were still open for business began packing up, throwing nervous glances towards the beast as they did so. Thryore did not notice any of these, as a smooth voice spoke just to his right. He hesitated a second, his face twisted in a feral snarl as he turned to face the snow elf that spoke to him.
"I'm not a damned animal elf" He growled through gritted teeth. "I know exactly where I am."

His anger would further be ignited when the elf turned to the pathetic human and apologised. "Human manners!" He scoffed, spitting on the ground at the feet of the elf. "Humans are pitiful worthless beings."

Thryore had turned to walk away, he was in no mood to continue his search for this Vesd creature. That is, until he heard his name spoken in that annoyingly calm voice. Thryore stretched out his jaw, his eyes rolling before he settled his expression and turned back.
"You're Vesd? Show me the way." Monotonous and unfeeling, the sentence meant little and it was obvious in his tone. He stared down the frustratingly cool man, waiting for the next move. If the job wasn't worth his time, well he might just leave. He had no patience for games today.

[SanctifiedSavage]

It was effort not to chastise the centaur like he was a spoiled child. His job, or the job he'd chosen for himself, was frequently a delicate balance of knowing what to say, when to say it, and when he should just be quiet. Someone who went about looking for a bounty hunter contract holder by flipping stalls in the middle of a very human town wasn't about to listen to any sort of reason that Vesd might espouse, so it was just better that he move them along. The lack of care or consideration that the centaur had for Vesd's chosen place of meeting had the snow elf thinking of one of those human phrases... What was it? Don't shit where you eat.

Alas. 

He led the centaur hunter down to the one stall opened at the end of the street, his stall. With a passing glance back at the centaur who claimed not to be an animal, the snow elf ducked inside so he could retrieve the number of contracts. They were where he'd left them, tucked in a leather folder. He had other contracts for other people, other monsters, but there was one reserved for the centaur. Certain hunters were requested by certain people. Vesd had a delightful time trying to piece it all together.

He stepped back out, adjusting his shirt a little, before presenting the contract. It was a roll of thick parchment, with the contract having been burnt onto it so it would not fade even if wet. "Pretty straight forward," he remarked.

And it was. A Lord, who was nameless on the parchment, wanted a small town burnt to the ground. A brutish contract - with the specification that no one be left alive save one lady that lived in the largest house of the small village. She had brown hair, green eyes, and answered to the same Orielle. She was to be brought back to Vesd, alive. That was stressed. Whatever happened to the rest of the villagers, well. There was a reason the contract was being given to a decidedly inhuman hunter. 

Find the girl, take care of the village.

Vesd watched the centaur a moment. "I'll be camping outside of this town to receive the delivery, in two weeks time. I think you can manage such a thing in that time, hm? There is a guide, to lead you to the village, that will meet you down the road. Her name is Corinna. You won't be able to miss her. She has tropical wings." While this was business he usually liked to conduct in a more discreet manner, that wasn't necessary now that the centaur had cleared the street. "Any questions?"

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