Chapter -5. Skull Mercenary (2)

The door of the tavern got opened. A young woman with brown hair entered. She was wearing a tattered cloak.

The tavern was known for being a place where mercenaries got their jobs. The woman sat down and started telling her concerns to the barkeeper.

"I have a job for one of the mercenaries. I want someone to help me kill Ethel!"

The barkeeper looked up from his counter. He was shoked.

"Do you really think someone will kill the king of the Darklands, one of the most powerful men in the whole world!"

"I have money..."

"Nobody is brave enough to kill him! There is no one in this tavern. No one will take this job"

Then the woman felt a hand on her shoulder.

"I will." She turned around. A young man with brown hair was standing behind her. He was a bit bigger than her. 

"With all due respect, I don't think that you are powerful enough to kill Ethel. He is..." the woman said.

But the man interrupted her. "Believe me, i can."

"Hey Boy! You will die!" the barkeeper responded.

The man smiled "Is that your matter?"

"Don't do it!" the barkeeper said. Then he felt a hand on his throat. The man had grabbed his throat and was sitting on the counter before him.

"Don't ever tell me what i should do!" the man squeezed out between his teeth.

"Hey! Okay! If you want to try!" the barkeeper said trying to calm down the man.

The man jumped down. "I'm sorry! Sometimes i can't control myself!"

Then he turned to the woman.

"How much?" he asked.

"How much do you want?" the woman replied.

"Hm. Let's see... 5.000!" the man replied.

"5.000 Valus?" the barkeeper said shocked. "Nobody in this town has that much!"

The man turned towards the barkeeper.

"Ok deal!" The woman said. She looked serious.

"You seemed to take this really serious! What did he do to you!" the man asked.

"That's non of your business! Just kill him!"

The man nodded. "What is your name?" he asked.

"I'm Adair! And you?" she replied.

"Oh, i'm Yog!" the man replied.

The woman nodded. "Okay. So you will help me kill this bastard?"

The man nodded. She smiled and left the tavern. While leaving she shouted "We meet again here tomorrow! Then we will talk how we do it!"

The man smiled and went back to his table. It was located in the corner of the room. It was really dark and you could barely see anything. He sad down on the bench, next to the black armor, with the skull-formed helmet and took a sip from his ale.