Kivok-
I was sitting on top of the Syler Warehouse waiting for the sun to go down. An informant of mine had told me a couple hours before that the governor of Tynor had a job for me and it had raised my spirits quite a lot. Business had been a bit slow lately, but it was worth the wait if the richest man in Tynor hired me.
Hours later, after dark, I was sitting on a beam inside the great domed throne-room of Tynor. The flickering candlelight showed a little man dressed in a long expensive robe enter into the throne-room. He hurried across the floor and plopped himself down on the throne while he nervously looked about himself.
“Why have you asked me here?” I questioned him.
He started, and almost fell off his throne.
“I do not speak for myself oh great one,” he said in a small voice, “but the queen has demanded for more,” he paused searching for the right word, “bounty hunters. She wants information concerning beings called storm callers. You’ll get 4,000 tayols in advance, and after the job you’ll get 4,000 more if the information is satisfactory.”
“You’ve got your man,” was all I replied. After this job was done I would be the richest man in Tynor.
