Note: Jim Darkmagic is a character in the game-world of Neverwinter. Enough said.
Jim Darkmagic chuckled at my retelling of how I cleaned the basement of wraiths. He poured both of us two fingers of some clear liquid. My alcoholic liquids are usually red or pale, so for a moment I thought this might just be mineral water.
“What, water?” I asked finally as he slid my serving over.
“From a parallel world. Tequila.” Jim lifted the ridiculously small glass, waiting for me to dink it.
“Tequila,” I ask, giving it a once over. I lift my glass, my smile crooked and curious. I clinked my glass to his.
“Shoot it down,” Jim said. He nodded and shot it down. There was a shiver as the liquid made its way down his gullet. He grimaced, and then smiled.
I followed suit, not liking bitter sting. “What in Khyber,” I ask, trying to control my expression.
“So,” Jim says, “let’s talk turkey.” He slid his little glass over to the slide. I didn’t like Jim’s weasel-like face. But there was nothing going on currently, so I was all ears. “There are some bird eggs that I would like to acquire. You know how this guild works. We acquire, we re-sell, we make bank.”
“Bird eggs?” I say as the liquid sets fire to my stomach. I almost giggle.
“Yeah, bird eggs. Only these are large, and they are guarded by hostile mothers. Deepcrow mothers.” He let that sink in a bit. I thought about it. Yeah, but I had fireballs and magic missiles.
“That could take a while,” I said, imagining riding my deepcrow mount down into the fire and lava where they lived.
“Actually, no. We have the basic technology of propeller-driven ballons. We can fly there rather quickly. And there’s a fair bit of coin in this.”
“A fair bit?” I ask, suddenly interested.
“Yep,” he said, “and all we need is a person like yourself to say `yes,’ and we are off to the races.”
I mull. I mull and then I say, “alright, I’m in. But I’ll need an advance to buy some new armor.”
“Lets talk,” he said, pulling the petty cash box from under his desk.
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Author’s Note: So, I got my warlock out of mothballs. Wow. Even though she needs some better armor, she is already (almost) the match of my Isabel. Gaming is good.
