The dark elf's trip back to town had been quick and uneventful, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. To be honest she had half expected the other assassin to have tried something on the way back, but fortunately that hadn't been the case. She would have hated to have to kill the girl, even if she had refused her offer.
There was no real incentive for her to do it.
She had wasted very little time heading toward the tavern she had agreed to meet with her client. The sooner she got this over with the better. Then she would be able to get a few drinks into her system, and considering her current mood she needed them. Anything to take her mind off of this job and her bad luck.
From the moment she walked through the doors it was pretty clear to her that it wasn't exactly what anyone would call a reputable establishment. If there was one she was good at it was picking out a crook in a crowd, and judging from what she saw the place was full of them. The interior also had a particularly bad smell to it, as though no one had bothered to clean it in years. But that was nothing new to her. In fact she had seen worst. Some of the inns in Zantaric actually made the place look like it was fit for a king.
After taking a quick look around the room Tische managed to spot her client sitting at a table in the far corner, and after taking a deep breath she made her way toward him. As she neared the table she studied the scrawny man carefully. For the most part nothing stood out about his demeanor, at least not until he caught sight of her moving toward him. If her eyes hadn't deceived her he had flinched a bit, which to her meant he definitely had known about the other assassin. It was just the matter of whether he had actually hired her or not.
If he had it definitely wasn't going to end nicely for him.
Still she made a conscious effort not to show her anger to the man, at least not yet. Timing was everything after all. Instead she chose to remain neutral as she took a seat across from him, only nodding slightly as he looked her over before breaking the silence between them.
"Is the deed done?"
"Do you have the rest of my money?" she countered, leaning forward and placing her arms on the table. The man nodded before placing a brown change purse on the table in front of her, to which she did the same with the bag containing the man's head. She then reached for the purse examining its size, shape and weight careful. It seemed that he at least hadn't intended to stiff her on her payment. It wasn't enough for her to let him off of the hook though.
After securing the purse the dark elf gave the man a nod and he began to stand, assuming their transaction was done. But with a quick kick to the shin under the table the man was abruptly brought back into his chair against his will.
"Sorry but there is one more thing we need to discuss, and I think you know what..."