"Jorah, name your price, and I'll draw up a contract for you," Oliver said. "Any price. Your concerns are realistic ones, sensible ones. It would be to my great benefit to have someone like you in my employ, and so I am willing to make whatever accommodations you ask for, happen."
"12 golds, yearly wage. I want this year's in full, despite us being halfway through. I want 13 golds a year for Karesh, since he is more experienced, and 12 for Kaya, both with the same conditions as mine, upfront. Then, I want your word, before a God of your choosing, that we may refuse whatever orders you give us that lie outside of our duty," Jorah said. By the time he was done, he was half turned away, expecting that to be the end of negotiations.
"Done," Oliver said. "My retainer Verdant had a cabin a distance away, and likely knows more about these matters than I. Should we head there for the conclusion of business?"
