| "Well he doesn't need to persistently try to act rude for God's sake," Deslyon thought, thinking about the man's manners between yesterday and today. "Oh well, I won't be getting any respect from this wretched old man. Maybe I'll get some recognition from the townsfolk at least."
*He paused for a few moments, to review the information he had for the mission to himself.*
"Any questions about the mission huh? He's providing us the funds, but just how much does this stuck up dirt bag have?"
"Yeah, yeah, right here." Deslyon interrupted, manners aside. "So how much are you expecting to give us for this mission?" |