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[No video, not yet. Too incoherently angry, and it's clear in his voice.]

I don't know whose idea of a fucking joke this is, but thanks for pulling me out of a gladiatorial death match so I can fight in some foreign war. I'm sure Mogré-Ür will think this is a hoot when I get back. If I get back.

[he feigns an apologetic voice] Sorry, sorcerer sir. The kid died or got turned in a Troll WMD because some fairies needed me in another dimension for a while. You know how it is.

[a pause and some unintelligible grumbling]

Crow, this blows. I was just starting to like that kid, too...

So, I hope whoever's listening is paying a pretty penny for this inconvenience. I don't do this stuff for free. Never have and never will.

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So you're one of those. Just in for the bloody kill then?

At least if it was prize money, it could get spent on something more tangible and worthwhile.

I happen to like hunting, and going out with friends. I'm not some mercenary who cares only for coin.

I am. And I do my job well. There's something to be said about "caring only for coin." It keeps ale in my glass and food on my plate.

I earn both those things without having to work for coin. [Being born into it helps.]

Well, weren't you born lucky? Either you must be rich or you've got friends who are. The rest of us have to slum it to get a decent meal more than once a week. Coin means more when you don't have much.