Innkeeper
Getting Olaf and Silence seems unlikely now, you're sure you could probably travel the seedy underbelly of Klyton and hire some other Crimson Talon thugs, but you'd really rather not. Besides, you actually "know" David and Tom to a degree so you feel slightly more comfortable with them.
"Splendid! Now David and Tom, you go back with your old friend here and I'm sure he can fill you in on more details. I expect to see the pair of you soon with the money." Mr. Reynolds before he goes back writing in a ledger.
You, David and Tom all walk back your inn. This whole thing feels a little surreal, like you're all back in primary school again.
"So. What brings you back to the old neighborhood? Thought you were gonna be a rich doctor or some shit." David asks.
"Ehh, long story. I've actually been back for awhile running my dad's inn. Still taking classes, just not living on campus anymore."
"Yeah heard about your dad dying. Wish mine was dead; mean old fucker's still alive. Never talk or see him anymore though after he kicked me out of the house."
" huh .uh so Tom what's been going on with you?" you ask changing the subject.
"Me? Um, nothing. Me and David just work for Mr. Reynolds beating people up who don't pay. So you owed him money before we worked for him?"
"Well, not me, but my family borrowed some. It's all in the past though."
"That's good. It would've been weird seeing each other again under those circumstances. I don't think I could intimidate your mom. She was always so nice, not like my mom."
"That's because your mom's still a big ass scary dyke that's why!" David taunts.
"Shut up David! My mom's not a dyke! She just has a roommate!"
Some things never change
Speaking of moms, it occurs to you that actually taking them to the inn to talk probably isn't a good idea as your mom will probably start asking you all sorts of question on why you're hanging out with your old hoodlum friends. Instead you go into an alley.
"Okay, here's a list of the girls you need to confront, their names, descriptions, and even addresses for most of them."
"Shit, what the hell did you stalk 'em or something? Sounds like you could've done this yourself." David remarks.
"I didn't stalk them, I just have an overly enthusiastic employee motivated greatly by jealousy. Now I'm depending on you guys to do this right."
"Relax, we're professionals now. None of this getting caught in the candy store for us anymore."
"Okay, so how long do you think this will take you?"
"Ehhh, we can probably get this done in a few days if we hurry. Quite a few targets, but it really shouldn't take long. Probably get most of them after they leave work or going to work. I assume we'll meet at your inn when the job's done?"
"Uh no, we'll meet over in the park around five, where we used to play Smash Sphere in a couple days. If you haven't finished the job by then, we'll meet again there in two more days and that should hopefully give you enough time."
"I told you we'll be done before then, but fine we'll do it this way since you think your inn is obviously too good for us "
"That's not "
"Bullshit! The very fact that we're talking in this alley is an indication that you don't want us in your place."
"Is that true? I thought we were friends?" Tom asks being slow on the uptake as usual.
"David, I have certain patrons and I can't have known criminals walking around the place, not to mention my mom "
"Fuck you, mama's boy. All that fancy learnin' and you still live with your mom. We may be lowly thugs but at least we're not still livin' at home. Rather be a goon for hire than a hypocrite like you. Too good to have us at your fancy ass inn, but not too good to hire us to wipe out the competition eh?"
You're silent for a moment after David's accurate statement, but you're not going to let him get away with talking like that to you even if it does mean a possible beating.
" Alright, fine David. You got me, I'm a fucking hypocrite, is that what you want to hear? At least I tried to do something with my fucking life rather than just rot in juvie for most of my youth and live a hand to mouth existence as some dumb ass goon. So are you gonna do the fucking job or what?"
David starts laughing.
"Sheesh, I was just fucking with you. You always did take shit so seriously. Anyway yeah we'll get right on this. See ya in a couple days mama's boy. Heh."
You part company with David and Tom hoping that you've made the right decision.
A few days pass and you wait at the park at the time you mentioned. Time passes and neither has shown up yet and you start feel anxious.
"I have to say, I'm surprised at the lengths you went through to compete with me. I never expected you to pull something like this. You might've succeeded in this clumsy attempt, but a couple of my employees were a little more skilled than your thugs."
It's Frank, the owner of The Flying Griffon. You're so shocked that you can't even come up with an excuse. It doesn't matter though since Frank isn't done talking.
"Don't bother with excuses, I know everything. Your little friends proved quite talkative when questioned. On the brighter side for you, you won't have to pay them now."
"They're dead?"
"Oh I wouldn't know about such things, but I do know they won't be troubling anyone else any longer. Now the question is what to do about you?"
" you don't need to do anything about me in fact I suggest you don't. I'm friends with several Klyton militia and an investigation would certainly follow if I were to suddenly disappear."
Frank smirks and your attempt to intimidate him.
"Truly? Might I also tell these same militia friends of your of how you hired two thugs to cut up my employees? But let's get to the point, you've done a lot of damage to my business and I think some reparations are in order. I want your inn. Or rather your mother's inn."
"What?"
"You heard me. That's the only thing that's going to get you out of this mess you've dug yourself into. I'll of course give you a few days to make preparations. Don't bother asking if you can still live or work there, I'm afraid I just couldn't trust someone who has shady dealings."
"And if I say no?"
"I'd advise against it. That's all I'm going to say. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back, we're a little understaffed lately."
You quickly make your way back to the inn lamenting the mess you've gotten yourself into. You glare at Rita on your way in while everyone else asks you where you've been. You're distracted all night and your mother notices it the most. At the end of the workday she asks if there's anything wrong.
"Splendid! Now David and Tom, you go back with your old friend here and I'm sure he can fill you in on more details. I expect to see the pair of you soon with the money." Mr. Reynolds before he goes back writing in a ledger.
You, David and Tom all walk back your inn. This whole thing feels a little surreal, like you're all back in primary school again.
"So. What brings you back to the old neighborhood? Thought you were gonna be a rich doctor or some shit." David asks.
"Ehh, long story. I've actually been back for awhile running my dad's inn. Still taking classes, just not living on campus anymore."
"Yeah heard about your dad dying. Wish mine was dead; mean old fucker's still alive. Never talk or see him anymore though after he kicked me out of the house."
" huh .uh so Tom what's been going on with you?" you ask changing the subject.
"Me? Um, nothing. Me and David just work for Mr. Reynolds beating people up who don't pay. So you owed him money before we worked for him?"
"Well, not me, but my family borrowed some. It's all in the past though."
"That's good. It would've been weird seeing each other again under those circumstances. I don't think I could intimidate your mom. She was always so nice, not like my mom."
"That's because your mom's still a big ass scary dyke that's why!" David taunts.
"Shut up David! My mom's not a dyke! She just has a roommate!"
Some things never change
Speaking of moms, it occurs to you that actually taking them to the inn to talk probably isn't a good idea as your mom will probably start asking you all sorts of question on why you're hanging out with your old hoodlum friends. Instead you go into an alley.
"Okay, here's a list of the girls you need to confront, their names, descriptions, and even addresses for most of them."
"Shit, what the hell did you stalk 'em or something? Sounds like you could've done this yourself." David remarks.
"I didn't stalk them, I just have an overly enthusiastic employee motivated greatly by jealousy. Now I'm depending on you guys to do this right."
"Relax, we're professionals now. None of this getting caught in the candy store for us anymore."
"Okay, so how long do you think this will take you?"
"Ehhh, we can probably get this done in a few days if we hurry. Quite a few targets, but it really shouldn't take long. Probably get most of them after they leave work or going to work. I assume we'll meet at your inn when the job's done?"
"Uh no, we'll meet over in the park around five, where we used to play Smash Sphere in a couple days. If you haven't finished the job by then, we'll meet again there in two more days and that should hopefully give you enough time."
"I told you we'll be done before then, but fine we'll do it this way since you think your inn is obviously too good for us "
"That's not "
"Bullshit! The very fact that we're talking in this alley is an indication that you don't want us in your place."
"Is that true? I thought we were friends?" Tom asks being slow on the uptake as usual.
"David, I have certain patrons and I can't have known criminals walking around the place, not to mention my mom "
"Fuck you, mama's boy. All that fancy learnin' and you still live with your mom. We may be lowly thugs but at least we're not still livin' at home. Rather be a goon for hire than a hypocrite like you. Too good to have us at your fancy ass inn, but not too good to hire us to wipe out the competition eh?"
You're silent for a moment after David's accurate statement, but you're not going to let him get away with talking like that to you even if it does mean a possible beating.
" Alright, fine David. You got me, I'm a fucking hypocrite, is that what you want to hear? At least I tried to do something with my fucking life rather than just rot in juvie for most of my youth and live a hand to mouth existence as some dumb ass goon. So are you gonna do the fucking job or what?"
David starts laughing.
"Sheesh, I was just fucking with you. You always did take shit so seriously. Anyway yeah we'll get right on this. See ya in a couple days mama's boy. Heh."
You part company with David and Tom hoping that you've made the right decision.
A few days pass and you wait at the park at the time you mentioned. Time passes and neither has shown up yet and you start feel anxious.
"I have to say, I'm surprised at the lengths you went through to compete with me. I never expected you to pull something like this. You might've succeeded in this clumsy attempt, but a couple of my employees were a little more skilled than your thugs."
It's Frank, the owner of The Flying Griffon. You're so shocked that you can't even come up with an excuse. It doesn't matter though since Frank isn't done talking.
"Don't bother with excuses, I know everything. Your little friends proved quite talkative when questioned. On the brighter side for you, you won't have to pay them now."
"They're dead?"
"Oh I wouldn't know about such things, but I do know they won't be troubling anyone else any longer. Now the question is what to do about you?"
" you don't need to do anything about me in fact I suggest you don't. I'm friends with several Klyton militia and an investigation would certainly follow if I were to suddenly disappear."
Frank smirks and your attempt to intimidate him.
"Truly? Might I also tell these same militia friends of your of how you hired two thugs to cut up my employees? But let's get to the point, you've done a lot of damage to my business and I think some reparations are in order. I want your inn. Or rather your mother's inn."
"What?"
"You heard me. That's the only thing that's going to get you out of this mess you've dug yourself into. I'll of course give you a few days to make preparations. Don't bother asking if you can still live or work there, I'm afraid I just couldn't trust someone who has shady dealings."
"And if I say no?"
"I'd advise against it. That's all I'm going to say. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back, we're a little understaffed lately."
You quickly make your way back to the inn lamenting the mess you've gotten yourself into. You glare at Rita on your way in while everyone else asks you where you've been. You're distracted all night and your mother notices it the most. At the end of the workday she asks if there's anything wrong.