"I want to offer you a deal. Are you in, or... are you out?" The young man questioned, running his index finger over the blade of the pocket knife in his hand.
"What kind of deal is it? What's in it for you? Why do you want to help me? What exactly do you want to help me with? How did you get into my room? Who the fuck are you?" Mordrid questioned all at once like someone on a winning streak.
"Are you done, or do you still have a million and one questions to ask me?" The young man asked nonchalantly, but all he got was silence from Mordrid.
"Anyways, I'm not going to engage in a question and answer section with you. You can either accept my offer, or you reject it." The man added with a shrug of the shoulder.
"How on earth am I supposed to accept a deal when I don't even know what it's all about? I don't even know what you stand to gain from helping me, so it's kind of difficult for me to accept it." Mordrid said, obviously in deep thoughts.
