The sun had already set when the wizard appeared from the tower, sealing it shut with a few powerful enchantments. He was a little disappointed that the only one to show up to the actual contract was the orc. Reverin shrugged and paced outside the safe perimeter of the tower, towards the half orc.

"Looks like you'll be getting the big payment today!" he said, desperately trying, and failing, to show some enthusiasm towards the abomination. The mage pulled out a tattered, old map of the town and laid it out before the orc, magically illuminating the cloth before them.

"Your job is going to be very simple. Protect me and take care of anything the enemy may summon, and you get paid. If you see the chance to slice that pesky mage to pieces, I'll make sure to give you a nice bonus on top of the contract pay," he said, pointing to a small hillock on the other side of town. "That's where the culprit lives. I've taken the opportunity to disable his most damaging wards, so we should not have major problems in getting to the tower." The more Reverin spoke, the bigger the scowl on his face got. The mage was clearly almost tasting victory. The map rolled up on its own when the mage was done explaining and vanished in the robes of the caster.

"Use whatever...skills you've learned to survive, and you can enjoy early retirement, orc!" The mage chanted, gliding across the field towards their intended target and gesturing for the orc to follow him. "And don't touch any of his items when he's dead! Who knows what curses you may catch!"