Goldshire. Same tired inn, same sour beer. Money’s running low and I’m restless. That’s when the guard walked up. He looked me over like I was something the cat dragged in.
“Took you for the type that might be looking for work,” he said.
I gave him a small smile. “Depends on the work.”
“Fargodeep Mine. Dangerous stretch. Most won’t touch it.” He paused. “You don’t strike me as the careful sort.”
We understood each other perfectly. He didn’t like me. I didn’t particularly like him. But I needed coin and he needed someone expendable. Simple as that.
I took the job.
First part