He walked up to the bar where he’d get a better briefing on his job. The bar, Haring’s Perch, was owned by Mitya Noran, who hated her competitor Enil, who ran the bar, The Orchidia Blossom, across the street. Mitya, was jealous for no reason, they had the same amount of customers and people who who ONLY went to their bar. But a job was a job, and Syliph kinda needed the money.
Swinging the door to Mitya’s bar open, he took long strides toward the back room to meet the busy Mitya Noran. Her back room semelles of tobacco smoke, and a weird combination of insence hung in the air, resulting in a sweet, but gut wrenching smell of tobacco. Mitya looked up from her paper, ”ya mast be da wizard who came to halp meh?” she asked, whatever accent she had sounded outlandish, almost practiced. Syliph nodded, silence was the best option most of the time, at least thats what he had learned, the quieter you are the more ominous people think you are. ”great, I’ve been waiting fer centaries fer somewan to take mr reqast. Just go over and be a total nuisance to Enil. Not get out.” Syliph rilled his red and left to go be a huge nuisance towards Enil. Strolling across the street he cracked his nuckles, last time he’d been a total nuisance was to some couple during the haunting hours of October, he ended up helping some ghost get revenge, it was pretty fun, but he honestly had no idea what he could do to Amoy Enil, should he be a drunken avatars, a alcoholic, a person recovering from a break up, someone who couldn’t hold their alcohol, or someone who is currently holding too much alcohol, and it’s gonna come up sooner or later. With a clash, Syliph enterrés into the bar, prepared to track utter havoc.
500/800
20% réduction from guild.