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[center][h1][color=Crimson]Baldur[/color][/h1][/center]
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Baldur propped his head up with one fist on the table, eyeing each of the three girls, and Kiara in particular. It would seem that titles did not match status in this particular group, given the assertiveness and....boldness, of her Spirits, and her being- figuratively, and quite literally- dragged along by them. Internally, he wondered who among them would be the one actually in charge. [color=Crimson]"Interesting how they call you 'Master.'"[/color] He said to Kiara with a small smirk. [color=Crimson]"By the look of things, you're quite submissive."[/color]

He resumed an upright position, looking across the table at all three of them. [color=Crimson]"My terms are simple."[/color] He began in a rehearsed, businesslike manner. [color=Crimson]"I require a small fee up-front, and a guaranteed percentage of the spoils of the campaign. Given that there's four of us in this venture....I would say twenty-five percent is fair. You may consider me for food and lodging at your discretion, I'm capable of taking care of those myself."[/color]

As the conversation briefly turned to drink, Baldur's gaze in kind turned back to the flamboyant drunk. In particular, how he pratfalled, melted into darkness and reformed. Another interesting power...He briefly took note of the familiar face at the table as well...the priest, and his companion from earlier in the day. A stark contrast to the priest, given his flared temper at the drunk's buffoonery. He watched the proceedings, amused. Perhaps this time, a fight would actually occur.

His attention on the argument, as well as his amusement, quickly faded as he heard the eel-eyed girl express her doubts at the capability of a wounded man. He turned back to look at her, eyebrow raised and taken by surprise. He had assumed he carried himself well enough that his injuries would be unnoticeable...and yet she was able to take notice of it, in such little time. Those bulbous eyes, it would seem, were not to be underestimated. His neutral expression took a stern edge as he looked at Roma.

[color=Crimson]"I assure you,"[/color] He said, flatly, arms folded, [color=Crimson]"that I am more than a match for this job, even with these wounds. If you still doubt my abilities......I would be happy to partake in a challenge of your choosing."[/color]