Post by silentspeaker on Feb 20, 2022 9:10:05 GMT
Case's smile stayed perfectly smooth as the warlock placed their hand on his shoulder, but he wanted to frown; this damned situation just took a wrong turn. Still, he could salvage this if he played his cards right. "Well, Mr. Bocaj, I must admit that I find your forwardness an admirable quality. So many deal-makers feel the need to weigh down talk with hollow words that your briskness comes as a relief. I will answer your questions and state my business as an expression of goodwill. After all, men like us must return to our important work quickly." He sipped the last of his old fashion and went to move the warlock's hand from his shoulder gently.
Once that was accomplished, he started to straighten out his outfit as he stated, "My name is Markinson Bell. Though, my friends call me Mark for short" He lied without a crack showing in his perfectly plastic expression. He started to chew the ice in his empty cup as he continued, "crunch And I find that any place that sells good spirits, such as this fine establishment, is often the best for making new friends crunch."
Sensing the note of hostility in Bocaj's voice, he subtly tightened the grip on his cane as he made his proposal, "As for what I want... well, that's an open-ended question don't you think? I want power, money, respect, or simply another refill for my drink" He gave a wink to the bartender as he raised his glass. "Butt, I presume you mean what I want from you? Well, I'd say it's a mite bit easier than the other things I've mentioned. I want you to teleport me back to my home planet. You see, I have a weak constitution, and I'm dreadfully drunk. It would be reckless for me to drive there in my ship."
To throw in misdirection, just in case Bocaj tried to ask him questions, he put on an embarrassed look while speaking in a loud whisper, "That and I lost my keys somewhere I can't remember for the life of me."
Case pulled out 20 gold coins from his pocket and placed them in a neat stack on the table. "What do you say, friend?"
Once that was accomplished, he started to straighten out his outfit as he stated, "My name is Markinson Bell. Though, my friends call me Mark for short" He lied without a crack showing in his perfectly plastic expression. He started to chew the ice in his empty cup as he continued, "crunch And I find that any place that sells good spirits, such as this fine establishment, is often the best for making new friends crunch."
Sensing the note of hostility in Bocaj's voice, he subtly tightened the grip on his cane as he made his proposal, "As for what I want... well, that's an open-ended question don't you think? I want power, money, respect, or simply another refill for my drink" He gave a wink to the bartender as he raised his glass. "Butt, I presume you mean what I want from you? Well, I'd say it's a mite bit easier than the other things I've mentioned. I want you to teleport me back to my home planet. You see, I have a weak constitution, and I'm dreadfully drunk. It would be reckless for me to drive there in my ship."
To throw in misdirection, just in case Bocaj tried to ask him questions, he put on an embarrassed look while speaking in a loud whisper, "That and I lost my keys somewhere I can't remember for the life of me."
Case pulled out 20 gold coins from his pocket and placed them in a neat stack on the table. "What do you say, friend?"