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(Kravenoff's nose flares and he shouts in anger for the first time in the conversation.) Wrong! The Aspis, the REAL Aspis, the ones you talk about, are a collection of miserly old men in their ivory towers who take starving street rats off with promises of wealth and power, and then use them as pawns and reuse. All for the collection of money. Just as you are not a member of the decemverate, I was never one of those selfish curs! Maybe, just maybe, I know more about the inner workings of the Aspis, than one who refuses to deal with them and implies that he kills them on sight!
(Kravenoff chuckles and takes a swig of his drink.) So sorry to see this conversation end, but seeing as how you are now making up fantasies and outright lying, it seems you're out of anything of even mild intelligence to say. First off, Aspis are not mercenaries. Or rather, they are as much of mercenaries as pathfinders. Anyway, you seem to know more about the mercenary life than I, so I will differ to your superior experience; I assume that's where you got your information. Secondly, I can judge only what I see. Members who blunder into known traps for fun, or who trick each other into picking up cursed items that cause death. That man over there all but admitted to killing fellow pathfinders over some treasure they found. Even if that is the bottom of the pathfinder barrel, which is entirely your theory with no proof I add, what does that say about the pathfinders that 'we' let such people in our orginization? Lastly, I respect people with the ability to do things. Trade prince is nothing but a title that gets passed around like candy here. In fact, the idea that a blowhard like you made trade prince diminishes the title, I think. I respect and thank Aaqir for what he did for me, not for some title he has. Maybe you should strive to live up to your leader's example and look beyond your prejudices towards the bigger picture. But that might be asking too much from a man who has judged me insufficient to join the pathfinders before seeing me in action. And you criticize me as being judgemental. . .
Ah yes, that must be it. Disregard all my training, all the divinations, and the not-inconsiderable number of missions I've gone for 'our' group. I have chosen one word poorly! Clearly I must be a liar and this a grand con. I would ask you to slice my hand with a blade of the open road to prove that it does no more damage to me then Ambrus Valsin, but then I suspect you would accuse me of having a stoneskin upon myself. You are a funny man.
(A lanky man with a hood and a scarf over his face enters the exchange faction HQ. He bears a wooden shield strapped to his arm and has a battleaxe dangling from his belt. He's wearing what COULD be a mithral breastplate, but it is too dingy and dirty to be sure. He pulls back his hood and down his scarf to show what is probably a half-elf, but he sports too many battlescars to be sure. As he speaks his voice sounds like he's lived off gravel tonic for his entire life.) Is this what we were afraid of back in the Aspis? I tell you, back in the day, 'fore I switched sides, we were told stories of the Pathfinders. Madmen, we were told. A well-oiled tactical machine with battle training and strategies so far afield from normal that there were no countermeasures. Men who could turn into Hezrah Demons . . .spellcasters able to summon angels with the left hand, and devils with the right . . . men who could strech their arms out to thirty feet and ride the biggest of the dinosaurs. I have to say, I'm greatly disappointed. It's like it's every man for himself here. No one backs each other up, in fact, I've seen y'all kill each other 'for fun!' D'yknow, the other day, I told a man tha' I spotted a trap, and was about to disarm it, and he just up and triggered it . . . on a lark! Died on the spot, and I woulda too if my reflexes weren't so quick. Was this what we were afraid of in the Aspis? Don't get me wrong, y'pay better, and at least you tell us how screwed we'll be 'fore we go on a mission, but would it kill a few of you to learn how to find and disarm a trap? Or at least let a professional do it? Ah well, leastwise ya don' go killin' people over the treasure ya find. Tha's a plus, I s'pose. |
