"Keep your hand where I can see them." The revolver was under the table, the lady dressed in a dress far too fancy for the tavern I had met her in was seated across from me. She was a regal looking older lady (I say older I'm sure I'm quite older than her but don't look it, the joys of life stealing). Well maintained grey hair in a bun, wrinkles on her face in all the dignified places. She had weird eyes though, like partially green and then blue and then brown. It was almost as if they shifted the way the light hit them in the dark tavern the light shifted constantly, part of the reason I'd left a note for her to meet me there.
"I see Hilda finally found an idiot to do her job for her."
"Awful mean to someone who has a pistol on you." The details of how I tracked down the nice old lady are pretty boring, as was my trip from Hilda's island back to land (outside of how far I was, that was pretty shocking I tell you my arms were soar as all get out when I made land fall).
"I'm sure I'm hurting your feelings bandit."
"Breaking my heart, look this is a courtesy, I could have done this the messy way." The messy way of course meaning what Hilda actually wanted, killing the regal old lady (or ROL for short).
"I don't think you have the balls baldy, now get to what she wanted or let me go." I'd left a note for ROL on her door, I'd been following her since I'd gotten to town, and she was partially right, I didn't feel right killing her just because some old disfigured hag wanted her dead, I'm a man of principal every once in a long while.
"If I got to what Hilda wanted we wouldn't be having this conversation." I tried to put it politely because we were in public, I mean the place was shady, but saying openly "She wants you dead," is sure to raise ears.
"I see and out of the kindness of your bandit heart you'd rather rob me than loot my corpse."
"Something like that." I didn't dissuade her from thinking I was a bandit, its why I used my pistol instead of the threat of magic. Because when someone is underestimating you, never correct them. She seemed to weigh her options, I understood why, she was thinking of how she could turn this on me without getting her killed, I've made the same calculations in my head more than a few times.
"Fine you win bandit, I'll let you rob me." Let in this case was a lie, but you know what they say, you trust one ROL you get what you deserve. Ok no one says that, but still its true! And no I don't go around robbing old ladies all the time, I just wait them out and then buy their items at a discount price from disinterested relatives! Totally better!
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