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How fast one could ascend to the title of sir when an offer was made. For all the profit he could potentially make from joining the group, his interest descended to it’s unrecorded lowest. Gold was of hardly any worth to him. Any bounties he usually undertook were to eliminate potential dangers from the continent’s population. The money he received was just frosting to his cake.
Sitting straight ranked higher on his to-do list. “Clearly you did not follow me all the way here to be rejected,” he said prior to sipping his tea. “And while I have no inclination towards your company, it would be awfully rude of me to do as previously stated without allowing you, at the very least, the opportunity to ‘sell’ your faction per say.”
One index finger raised in the air while his free hand rested on the table. “Therefore, I shall not turn down your proposal just yet.” The palm descended onto the top of his other. “Please do make a strong effort. Simply stating that I have the probability of facing powerful opponents will not provide you with any ground I am afraid.” Neither his treatment of the mercenary had helped his vision of them either, yet he listened.
"Well, it's not like I'm asking to hire you to be some lowly muscle," spoke West with a sip of his tea, "There are plenty of things that you can take advantage of when working with us, I just haven't gotten to the whole cake... oh! Speaking of cake..." He turned on his side and pulled a small, brown cake from a compartment on the side. It was surprisingly cold, with a white mist emanating off of it, "This is sachertorte. Kept fresh by the non-melting ice from the land of the Ice Tribe."
He placed the cake down on the table, "Now... let's say each of these slices are a benefit that we bestow you for being a member of our reticent company. Benefit number one..." A slice of the cake was lifted by knife and placed onto a plate, "... as I had mentioned before, you would be fully backed and supported by the three heads of the company. You will be supplied with a regular allowance for your expenditures, an allowance that increases as you gain novelty within the company." He took another slice and put it beside the other, "Secondly, you will have access to any of the company's locations for R&R. Special markings will be placed for your convenience to know if the location is backed by our organization. These are regular member benefits."
The elf gave Grant a wide smile, "Of course... if you lend your arm to the company, there's more to it as well." A third slice was removed from the cake and put down on one of the existing plates. "You will be given your own room in one of the bases of operations..." A fourth slice, "Fliers stand by at your beck and call, allowing you to get to places much faster, come rain or shine." The final slice of the sachertorte, "... Finally, I think you would benefit from our wide variety of personnel to accompany you on any kind of mission you wish to undertake. Of course, as far as missions are concerned, they're much more than simply going to some place to off someone." West let out a small chortle, "... naturally, I can't disclose what kind of work we would expect of you until you agree to work with us."
He reached to his cup and sipped from it, "... If I were to put it simply, we look out for our own."
Enough was heard. The butler stood upright and off the seats- onto his feet once more. A thin shadow glazed the upper portion of his face from the overhead light source. Cruel, undiminished intent made itself almost known by his mere shift in stance. Even his presence transformed to fit a more sinister vibe. “You have my most sincere apology for wasting your time,” he stated coldly. The butler’s tone held a near malevolent air to it.
“Be that as it may, I currently see no appeal in becoming part of your means to further your own agenda.” The young man took off his jacket to fold over his own left arm neatly. Not once did he break eye contact with the elf until he turned to leave. “You mistake me for one of your mercenaries. Not only that, but I have a more important matter to attend to.”
All the memories of having to serve his masters at the expense of his enjoyment resurfaced. This was exactly how the scene would play out time and time again. A dull exchange of words in an even duller setting. The only change that he saw was him being in the place of one of the people conversing instead of standing on the sidelines. Becoming a participant in the situation he absolutely had no concern for was the very last thing he wanted to do.
Upon reaching the door leading out, he peeked back to face West once more. Mildly furrowed brows and narrowed eyes formed a light glare of sorts. “If you wish to contact me once more, do so via post. It should circulate around enough given the number of criminals I turn in.”
"A pity," West shook his head as the door clacked shut, "And just as I was getting into the job details."
As the hot-headed young butler left, West took a bite of his slice of sachertorte. Truly a shame! A waste of talent that one. If he had suffered him a little longer, maybe the job itself may have been more of his liking! No matter, no matter, he will either share his experience with the manateke, or perhaps keep it from her. To share such a thing with an overly cautious woman such as herself would cause an issue of trust. If he never shares it, it would be as if hiding the truth from his master.
Ho... hohoho... what will you do then, Grant? I'm dying to see your next move.
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