The job took Gordan a good two hours and he could see the sun beginning to rise as he finished sending the last of the bodys back with a small note attached explaining what had happened with the bodys. During the work he had lit several cinders to help with his headache, but when he looked down he realised that he had already used ten of them which was a bit odd since he felt like he had only downed two or three. Regardless of the result he took the buds and ashes and put them into his inventory so as to not leave any trace of the strange devices which he had been given.
Once that was done he sat down on the beach to deal with the matter of replying to the designer.
-The Designer,
While the idea does sound interesting, it might be better if you went one of two ways with this idea. A, make the items exclusive to different levels of prestige or reliability in the market. Or B, make it a feature which is introduced later on in the game so that at the start there aren't those who might have an advantage due to stock piling. Another major problem you would have to address would be the currency itself, I doubt that the game would be very interesting if any type could be used since there will always be those who have less money due to their inability to make as much as another person who might already be in wealth. Thank you for the gifts they seem to work well.-
He sent the letter and then looked down to watch the waves slowly pull in and out of the shore. It was a peaceful time, more peaceful then it had felt in a while now. He couldn't help but miss the companions who had gone back to their own lives in order to move on. He felt a tad bit lonely, which made him start to remember the past in which he had always been lonely, that had been a time so long ago, but still he could see every minute of it as clearly as if it were happening to him at the moment. Gordan crossed his legs and looked down at the sand around him. He felt like things were always going at full throttle these days, and he hadn't had a proper rest in years. Even before the uprising he had been dealing with a major crisis on the boarder for most of the year leading up to that point. Due to the kings lack of drive the kingdom had started to fall into decay and Gordan had been left to deal with most of the messes while having to keep his identity under raps, which gave those in the uprising the perfect way to take the credit for all of the work which he had done.
Thinking about people who had gone their separate ways, Gordan wondered how the soilders whom had been traveling with him during his work on the boarder. They had all been his personally trained soilders who had been raised in combat until he had found them from various places and recruited them to help lessen his own load of work while giving them a reason to live. Almost all of them had gained that reason to live and had even settled down with whole family's while still serving under him. But on the day before the ambush in their camp occored, where the rebels would end up catching Gordan due to the kings use of the contract to keep him from escaping, Gordan learned of the plan due to this and using a large amount of magic was able to send all of his men and their family's safely to a different country so that they wouldn't be caught up in the whole mess. He worried about how they might be doing, but he knew that it would be best if he didn't involve himself with them anymore it would just make things more complicated for all of those who were just trying to just live a simple and uneventful life.
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*Crash*
A bottle fell to the floor in a bar shattering on the ground. All of the other patrons looked up to see what was causing all of the commotion. A person wearing a thick cloak was sitting at the table clenching his fists in frustration at the small letter which was crumpled up in one of his hands. He was radiating an air of pure hatred which made all of the other patrons shrink back from him. The person who was sitting in front of the cloaked figure simply took another sip of their own drink while they waited for their companion to calm down.
"How can you be so calm about something like this."
The person sipping their drink set it down and raised one of their eyebrows.
"You do realise that I came here with this information, so I have already had time to come to terms with the situation, you are the third one whom I have told about this so far, and pretty much all of their reactions were the same as yours. But you really didn't have to destroy my drink, I was really looking forward to it, and now all that I get is this small mug which had already been poured.
One of the persons hands relaxed a bit and the person pulled back their hood to reveal a scared face which was still slightly twisted with anger and frustration.
"Come to terms? Don't make me laugh, first off you don't drink unless you are trying to suppress your anxiety, second the alchohol which you are drinking is top grade stuff which costs much more than your penny pinching heart would ever tolerate. and thirdly from the looks of it you haven't slept in days. and you covet your sleep almost as much as you covet your money."
Indeed the person in front of him looked worse for wear to a rather extreme point. Even if he was trying to calm the person down, it was obvious that he was more effected than anyone, he was nearly trying to hold that fact in.
"I am taking it much better than the vice leader, he was the one who actually gained the information."
The scarred individual let out a small sigh and ran his hand through his hair which was beginning to turn grey on the sides.
"I guess he wouldn't take it lying down, I hope he doesn't do anything to crazy though. Did you leave Grave with him?"
The person with the wine nodded his head and took another drink from his glass.
"You really think that I would leave him alone with that kind of information? I haven't gone senile yet. The leader gave us another chance at life, and I for one won't let anyone waste it so easily. Besides there is nothing we can do about what is already done."
He took another drink and frowned as he finished off the last drops from the cup. He needed something more to make sure that his brain wouldn't have to actually think about what he was having to say to his fellow comrades. After what the other squad had pulled he was one of the most upset about what had happened. And he couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he had done something when he had found out earlier. Even if Gordan had told him that they couldn't interfere it just didn't seem like the right way to end things. After all of their hard work they were supposed to be able to retire and live peacefully, but now the one who had shown them the dream of the future would never be able to experience it for himself.
"Well I doubt this will be the last of this situation, because when the vice leader gets his act together you know he won't stay still. And when that happens I wonder how the rest of the group will react."
The person with the cup frowned at the emptiness in front of him before suddenly standing to his feet.
"Who knows? Well I had better get back to work, need to make sure that the others get the news. Oh, and if that time comes, let's just hope that all of those idiots involved fully realise just how much of a mistake they made in killing him, Because I want to personally burn that truth into their souls."
He turned away from the person sitting at the table, who had started to calm down by this point, and walked out the door leaving his payment on the counter.
"Lyar, you haven't come to terms with the situation at all. Need to keep a better reign on that bloodlust of yours."
The person at the table muttered to himself under his breath as he watched the figure fade off into the night, and he decided that he should get another drink to help him forget.