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The green man smiles. some more.
Good! Then you and I shall get along great. You'll only have to throw people you won't want to know out of my place there."
He points at Drownington's Manor - the only permanent structure in all of Drownington - making it obvious you're dealing with what passes for a mayor here.
"one gold per night, two if there was trouble and three if you deal with it...cleanly"

cleanly as in, no blood inside, no bodies visible outside.

Talon, they did not see that coming.
The mook who stabbed you is instantly reduced to ashes - he doesn't even get to scream.
The guy behind you drops his rusty knife and runs into a nearby alleyway in panic, wailing something about demons while he splotches along in the murky surroundings.

From a small distance, you hear someone snicker.
"heh. heh. heh. Not bad, for a new kid."
A figure is leaning against the one significant building in the area, casually cleaning his nails with an ornate dagger. His is a deep, rich voice; immediately likeable, dripping with natural leadership. "Ya know - I could have use for someone like you on the busy weekend nights. Tell you what, kid - you're obviously new in town; you looking for work?" He quickly lifts his chin in question - but it's clear he only expects one answer.