Week 2: Middle
I saw this coming. From a mile away, I saw this coming. And I warned him. Right then, right there. As clearly as I could without bringing up my history. Do. Not. Betray me. Damned scaly bastard wasn't even being subtle. Jumped on the first show of willingness. Promised easy coin, and a lot of it, for one little job.
Did he think he was being subtle? Did he think I'd fall for it? Do I have some sign over my head that says 'easy mark'?!
Maybe I did too good a job setting my persona. But really, anyone with any experience could tell I'm more than I paint myself. And I pressed for harder work. I told him I could do more. Asked to be on the crew taking the ship. Volunteered to be more involved. But nope. "Just put out the lighthouse fire. Then meet us at the ship. Then profit!" Who did he think he was kidding?
So now I'm sitting next to the body of his sister, boiling. This is the second ship of corpses in a month. But at least this time, only half of them are from me.
The last brigand gave me the location where Jaree-Ra and the rest of these Black Blood Marauders took the loot from the ship (which they cleaned out pretty well, if I'm honest. Not much left to scavenge).
I'm headed there next to deal with the slime-ball. I learned early on not to let anyone get away with shit when it came to me. Nobody stabs me in the back and gets away with it. Nobody.
