767 AHSA (after hell spawn arrival)
5th of Dettris
Dwarven Kingdom Coarrolon
In the capital of Coarrolon, named Dagaolt are it's dwarven citizens dressed in a variety of clothing appropriate of their social standing. One in particular named Durgon is dressed in leather armor with a long sleeve tunic underneath and trousers in brown, black, and grey colors.
a sophisticated crossbow is sling across his back as he's leaning against a wall watching his fellow dwarves walking past. His blonde hair is short in length but styled with a mohawk that's tied into a braid as some markings are on the sides of his shaved head.
His beard is as expected the thing that stands out. It's long enough to meet the standards but not enough to be a hassle. It's braided three times on each side with the middle being braided as well.
He gazes around with his brown eyes when his fellow dwarven rogue exits the shop. He is of a somewhat darker skin tone and darker hair with longer hair and a beard similar enough.
"Bout time Fenko, what you do? Screw the shopkeeper like a bitch in heat?" Durgon questions both bluntly and judgingly while adjusting his fingerless gloves beneath his leather bracers.
"Heh no but I certainly wouldn't regret it if I did, for a shopkeeper? She gets me all bothered below the waist." Fenko states perverted like.
Durgon shakes his head judgingly regretting the fact he has to be partners with Fenko, but it's not his choice.
"Enough of this, you ready to go see Abastion?" Durgon asks getting on the relevant topic.
"I'm never ready to see Abastion but we don't really have a choice in the matter." Fenko retorts nervously.
Durgon can't blame Fenko, Abastion is a ruthless bastard even by dwarven standards but he's heavily associated with the noble families often lining up beneficial marriages for both sides and himself so most turn a blind eye to his actions.
The two dwarves walk through Dagaolt past various shops and establishments. One of which they enter seeing a bald dwarf with a somewhat scarred face with a beard that's mostly braided in the middle.
"Ah my two favorite lowlifes, bout time you've arrived, was beginning to think you tucked tail and ran." Abastion states mockingly but both Fenko and Durgon ignore the insult.
"What's the job Abastion?" Durgon asks wanting to get this out of the way as it's always a dreadful piece of work.
Abastion scoffs to himself but decides not to dilly dally.
"You got two jobs in fact, first head to the Emerald tavern, a client has been usually late on his fees and has been acting strangely of late... The second one is a bodyguard job, a small but nice noble family by the name of Braska is worried their precious little daughter will be targeted while she's off to find a suitor."
"Sounds simple enough, we'll get it done." Durgon states assuredly which Abastion likes to hear.
"But fair warning, screw this up? And you'll be gargoyle food." Abastion threatens.
This greatly annoys Durgon but he simply tells Fenko to come along which he does.
"Smug stout fucker can go fuck himself with a stone cock for all I care." Durgon growls out irritably earning a chuckle from Fenko.
Fenko does get it though, they both have dealt with Abastion for many long and painful years but if it wasn't for him? They'd just be a bunch of orphans which is the worst fate for a dwarf.
"Emerald tavern just up ahead, how do you wanna handle this?" Fenko questions curiously.
"You talk to him, I'll put Blackbolt to him if he needs it." Durgon states rather harshly, as is the way of many dwarven mercenaries in the Kingdom Of The dwarves.
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