Assassins Greed

"You looking to have someone killed?" Why every assassin in the world looks as shady as their profession I'll never understand.  In theory they are supposed to be hidden, or at the very least not so damn obvious! This guy had a thin mustache and jowls, he looked more like a comical pimp than an assassin.  I'd been in Lork for a couple days now, putting out feelers about needing someone killed, this was my first bite.

"I don't know if I'd say that, I'd like for them to die, and badly, but I'd prefer for it not to be traced back to me." I was in one of the many skeevy bars in Lork.  It wasn't the kind of place the high rollers wound up on purpose (if they had a need for someone hanging out in a bar like this, they'd send an assistant).

"I can do that." He seemed confident, but clearly not the type I was looking for.

"Can you do it with a curse that turns them into a slowly decaying mess?" His face soured, he looked at me like I'd ask him to do an impossible sex act and then left my table immediately.  I'd figured that whoever this group of assassins were they had a reputation, and if I bugged enough people they'd find me, again (hopefully with better results for myself).  It was risky, but as always my plans are go long on stupid and hope to win big. Surpingly this works more often than it does not, because I'm awesome obviously.

The scene above played out quite a few times over the next few days. With reactions varying from outright disgust to partial fear.  I was beginning to think the group I was looking for would never actually appear until I woke up in the middle of the night suspended in the air having been tied to the ceiling with some rope.

"I heard you're looking for us." The man in front of me was dressed in all black (naturally and really it conformed to my idea of assassins a lot more than the dirty ruffians I'd seen previously) his face was also obscured, hell it could have been a she for all I knew.

"Yeah I heard you guys make a hell of a steak, and I was wondering just what is your secret?" And that's where I'll leave this entry for the day, me being suspended after making a really bad joke.  Just like I expect my final moments in life to go.