agentmanatee — Roleplayer Guild

Merrick growled angrily as he put his armor aand clothes back on. Stupid whore, she had no idea what she had been doing, clearly having only recently taken on this job. Didn't matter now, she was dead and he had what he had come in for. Her mutialted corpse was on the bed behind him as he began to leave, before snapping his fingers, "Ah, almost forgot.", he turned, walking back to the nightstand and picking up his necklace, the cat shaped witcher pendant on it, and placed it around his neck before walking out. He passed the owner and tossed a small bag of coin at him, "Thats for my time.", he said as he burst out the door, swords back on his back.

He turned down the street, his destination the Seven Cats Inn, the locale he had told to be at for his newest 'Business venture'. The lucrative offer, or at least he had been told it was lucrative, was supposedly right up his alley. He supposed he would find out soon enough. After a few minutes of walking, he arrived at the inn. It was like seemingly everywhere else in Novigrad, disgusting, filthy, and the perfect place for someone like Merrick. He wasn't so high and mighty like many other Witchers he had known throughout his life. Merrick was infinitely more willing to do much anything his skills, so long as coin was involved.

Upon entering he surveyed those there, not knowing who else may be here for the supposed offer fro Djikstra, so he sat down at a table to survey his fellow patrons. For one he raised an eyebrow at the two men conversing at a bar, the one in the large cloak looked... familiar. But, the Cat Witcher decided to simply watch for a bit as they spoke, trying to see if he knew the cloaked man. However, the nearby young man griping about Witchers was who interested him the most. He turned to his fellow patron, a smile on his face and his catlike eyes open wide, the medallion of the school of the cat dangling from his neck, "Really? Because, I actually don't see to many myself!", he chuckled at the irony of that, Witchers becoming less and less common but this boy acted like he saw one every day.

"Though, I'm a pretty secluded one myself eh? Like to work alone you know? So, what have yo seen of Witchers? What I mean, is what has you seeing so much friend?", he was being legitametly friendly and charming or at least trying, after all he saw no reason to be unpleasant with the young man.
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