User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-28718853-20170426082120/@comment-28358106-20170428033903

"Hey! Stow it, boot, unless you wanna spend the next six months in the mines!" Mel puts a hand on the hilt of her sword.

"Er, wait a second, Mel, she probably didn’t mean it," Havers says, holding his hands up for peace. "Let's wait until their applications get back, and we'll..."

"Hellloooooo! Incoming!" The Leanan Sidhe zips in and plunks a roll of papers on the desk before fluttering back into her door and shutting it.

"Ah, there we are!" He picks them up and unrolls them cheerfully. "Let's see what sort of rate you'll be charged for your insurance and compensation fees..."

He reads a few lines, and his eyes go wide. He pulls the papers closer to his face as he reads. "Oh...my gosh...that's..."

Mel leans forward and looks over his shoulder, reading. She shrugs. "Three unknowns level ones, one of which is a construct made for combat that uses explosives? Looks about right to me."

"Um..." Havers puts the papers down. "Apparently, because you three are such a...um...liability, the rate is, um, exceptionally high. In fact, I've never seen it this high." He turns the papers around so they can read it.

"Um, because of your friend's...specialization, eighty-two percent of the money you earn will go towards your liability fund." He fidgets a bit. "Now, I don't blame you if you refuse..."

"They're afraid you're gonna blow some of the wrong shit up and so they want to cover their asses," Mel says.