2 Chapter 1- Fisk and Steele

You may know a pair of men very like Fisk and Steele, always on the edge of trouble, floating around your local nests of debauchery and constantly in trouble with the law. Well that's what they would be doing where you know them but in Wenhom, in the year 3850, they were bounty hunters. Now let us follow them as they stroll along Gunther Way, headed to their favorite inn, Jupiter's Jewels.

"You know Steele, I wonder what Jupiter would think, knowing there's a inn halfway cross the world, named after his precious b-"

"Fisk! Last time we had this conversation we had those Oracle Acolytes on our asses for 2 whole weeks."

Grumbling under his breath Steele continued down Gunther Way, pushing open the heavy door and allowing Fisk the honour of the first whiff of Leaf smoke, stale sweat, cheap beer and gumbo. As they settled in to their regular corner table, Mavis innkeep and often their agent made her way towards them.

"Have I got something special for you two!" Mavis said with their first drinks nestled in the crook of her beefy arms.

"No, please no Special Gumbo today." Fisk groaned.

"Now, now, no need to bash my food. I've got you boys a mission, got it straight from the Gray One. It'll pay well too, sent one of his own brood to deliver it." Mavis explained.

"Well, what is it then?" Steele grunted.

"He wants you south, searching the Fen woods for some rumored wild child."

"Bah, we both know that's bar talk!" Fisk slapped the table, "Might as well have us searching for Gu-Noh's treasure!"

"Well, I guess you don't want to know how much reward is Fisk." Mavis laughed as Fisk shook his head.

"Don't be a filch now!"

"10 Stacks for information, and a whole Barrel for the child" Mavis smirked. "I'll be taking my 10 remember."

"Gray One's beard! We'll set out first thing tomorrow" Fisk exclaimed. "Right Steele?"

Steele grunted, and gestured to his now empty glass.

"Well, I'll be getting you another and I'll have the boy get your Striders ready in tbe morning." Mavis bustled off towards the bar.

Fisk dragged on his pipe, a lazy smile spreading across his squat face, "Might be time for a trip to Reaches after this, huh Steele?"

"Gots to finish the mission first." Steele replied as he took his next drink from Mavis.

A cloud of smoke formed abive the table as Fisk puffed on his Pipe while his partner drunk away, as the two played an obscure card game from days gone by.

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