After the leader of Domus, Bob, has made his rather short description of the quest, Kivorav drops his head down. “And the reward for completing this ‘quest’ of yours?” Kivorav asked, not lifting his head up. He had his own way of making the reward based on the quest itself, and other commendations, which he would either accept or deny his service.

“Um well, it would be a title of honor and a place of residence in the main city.” Bob answered back, almost stuttering by the tone of Kivorav’s voice. The answer made Kivorav’s ears perk up and a scowl formed as he turned his head to Bob. The reward was insignificant to Kivorav, none that would help his true motives. Kivorav then returns to his original position.

“Drop them, instead, two million coins in gold for my service.” Kivorav retorted with a menacing tone.

“B-But that’s preposterous! This a one of the time chance, plus you’re saving the world!” Bob argued. Kivorav quickly stood up and glared at Bob with his crimson red eyes.

“And do you think I care about that?! I’ve been in the mercenary service for ten years, what good will honor and a place will do for a simple mercenary like me do?” Kivorav argued back, then calmed down and starts walking to the door. “Guess you can’t afford for my service, I’ve wasted my time here.” Kivorav added before opening the door. Bob was at loss of words, until he managed to gather courage.

“Alright, fine, we have a deal.” Bob said submissively. Kivorav turns his head to give a good look at Bob, then closes the door behind him. Instead of sitting back into the chair, he walked along side to the wall, and leaned on it.