Friday, August 8, 2008

This is not The Hammer

"It's good to know this place is still the dive I remember it as." Gade stood outside The Hammer looking in. "Well c'mon now, it still beats dying, " said Gade, placing his hand on Clemens' shoulder, and lightly pushing the poor, limping soul forward.

"You realize they might kill me just for surviving this... " replied Clemens, just a little hesitant to experience what he knew was going to happen. "I'm not sure I like the idea of being a symbol"

Walking into The Hammer was like walking back in time. The air was thick with cigar smoke and the smell of ill repute, as dirty as the majority of the mercs. Their choice in companionship was worse. Gade knew he'd have to offend to get some attention... "ALRIGHT LISTEN UP, YOU BUNCH OF DINAR WORSHIPING GUN WHORES!" Yeah that worked, he thought, looking over the room as it suddenly went quiet. "My name is Gade Vonyran! Remember it! 'Cause if anyone comes to you offering any amount to kill, harass, or otherwise bother me or any of the fine folk I call friends, well, let's just say I won't have you killed. If you want to know what'll happen, just ask my good friend Clemens here." Watching the entire room's gaze shift from him to Clemens, Gade could only smile. "Only next time it'll be arranged so that they don't grow back!"


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