RP channel logs: Harltek, Myldaen

[RP]: Harltek mutters 'Why did I ever have to go on that silly rampage in Rak Urga.'
[RP]: Harltek mutters 'Now I've lost my favorite key ring, and I'm sure those pesky Palace Guards have it!'
[RP]: Myldaen looks up. 'What was that?' She stretches, wincing as her sore muscles scream at her.
[RP]: Harltek says 'Well, I made a plea to the Guardians of the West to see if they could get it back for me....'
[RP]: Harltek says 'I'd go back to try and recover it myself, but I've gotten kind of attached to my head'
[RP]: Harltek winks suggestively.
[RP]: Myldaen looks at Harltek carefully. 'Y'know, I found a keyring the other day...' she says evasively.
[RP]: Harltek says 'Hmm... You don't say Myldaen...'
[RP]: Myldaen coughs loudly.
[RP]: Harltek says 'and where might you have found this keyring?'
[RP]: Myldaen says 'Uh...in Rak Urga.. I think'
[RP]: Harltek says 'Not on an Imperial Guard, I hope....'
[RP]: Harltek eyes Myldaen
[RP]: Harltek says 'They're pretty tough, in my opinion....'
[RP]: Harltek sizes up Myldaen
[RP]: Myldaen blushes slightly. 'Well, see I was wandering around, looking for things to steal, and I happened to get caught by some guards.'
[RP]: Harltek says 'Hmm... by the looks of you, you fought your way out!'
[RP]: Harltek boggles at the concept.
[RP]: Myldaen blushes again. 'Well, I managed to get one of them alone.'
[RP]: Harltek says 'One eh? You probably could have taken three or four!'
[RP]: Myldaen winces again and points to the ugly-looking wound on her leg.
[RP]: Myldaen says 'heh, no, I don't think so'
[RP]: Myldaen says 'I'm just a thief, those guys are built for fighting'
[RP]: Myldaen says 'I did manage to hide the body, tho'
[RP]: Harltek says 'Heh, maybe they won't find it for a while, and you'll get away with it!'
[RP]: Harltek winks suggestively.
[RP]: Myldaen grins evilly.
[RP]: Myldaen says 'Oh, by the way'
[RP]: Harltek says 'And I assume that this is MY keyring?'
[RP]: Myldaen says 'I found this keyring that's inscribed with your name on it.'
[RP]: Myldaen grins evilly at Harltek.
[RP]: Harltek says 'That would be it. I can't thank you enough!'
[RP]: Myldaen digs through her bag for a moment.
[RP]: Myldaen says 'Ah ha! here it is'
[RP]: Myldaen says 'Well, I've got some uh...business....to attend to.. I'll see you around.'
[RP]: Myldaen waves at Harltek and limps her way out of the clan hall.
[RP]: Harltek says 'Well, here's your 2500 gold, don't spend it all in one place!'
[RP]: Harltek mutters 'although the healer might be a good way to spend it....'






[RP]: Harltek says 'I've heard that there has been Murgo Mercenaries causing trouble in Muros....'
[RP]: Harltek says 'The Legions don't seem to want to do anything about it.'
[RP]: Harltek says 'So it looks like the Guardians of the West will!'
[RP]: Harltek says 'Right there on the road to Tol Honeth!!! OUTRAGE!'
[RP]: Harltek checks to make sure his dagger is sharp
[RP]: (Myldaen): The walk to Muros had been long and arduous. Her dagger gleams in the sunlight as she meets her contact. The letter had been brief, but urgent. Murgos had been preying on hapless travelers.
[RP]: Harltek says 'Well met Myldaen.'
[RP]: Myldaen nods at Harltek. 'Greetings'
[RP]: Harltek says 'There is a Murgo Mercenary on the road to Tol Honeth, through Muros.'
[RP]: Myldaen says 'Yes. I came as soon as I got your letter.'
[RP]: Myldaen looks around the square.
[RP]: Harltek says 'We should see to it that no more innocent travellers fall prey to him.'
[RP]: Myldaen nods in agreement. She squints at the slowly setting sun. 'As soon as the sun sets, I think we should make our move.'
[RP]: Harltek nods in agreement. He checks his equipment, and prepares for battle.
[RP]: Harltek says 'At least that Cherek got away!'
[RP]: Harltek boggle at the audacity! The Mercenary is asleep!
[RP]: Myldaen nods. She grins as the sun finally disappears in the west. 'Shall we?'
[RP]: Harltek congratulates Myldaen.
[RP]: Myldaen picks herself off the ground, wincing as blood oozes from a wound on her leg. She looks around for her fellow Drasnian.
[RP]: Harltek says 'Well done. Now, about your payment....'
[RP]: Myldaen nods.
[RP]: Harltek says 'We had agreed upon 100 gold pieces...'
[RP]: Harltek says 'But since you did such a good job....'
[RP]: Myldaen nods again and limps over to him.
[RP]: Harltek gives Myldaen 110 gold.
[RP]: Harltek says 'Go with the thanks of the Guardians of the West.'
[RP]: Harltek says 'And if we think of other jobs, we'll be in touch!'
[RP]: Myldaen bows gracefully despite her wounds. 'You know where to find me.'
[RP]: Harltek nods.
[RP]: Myldaen disappears into the shadows of the night.

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