Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170313020704/@comment-31336039-20170428183057

"And what kind of exchange might interest you Mr. Harkon? If this is not yet obvious I have empty pockets, which brought me into this city to sell the equipment ... whose previous owners no longer had any use. It seems that it did not please the locals. Yet the itinerant merchants generally appreciated."

Taking the trouble to sit down, his heavy looking armor producing no sound during the movement. He began to think for a few seconds, before adding:

"My situation being not particularly advantageous, I do not see what you may be interested in. What is your price if not my soul or some other kind of contract of servitude?"

His gaze suddenly felt heavily through his hood. (I mean by that between careful observation and ready to hit, no killing intents)