Szeth took a long draw on his cigarette before downing the last gulp of his drink and slamming the cup down on the bar. He had found the last few days to be very peaceful, and had spent the nights in quiet taverns, drinking and smoking and keeping to himself in quiet corners. The mini vacation had been nice, but as he slammed a coin on the bar and slid it over to the bartender, he couldn't help but noticing how light his bag of money was beginning to feel. It was probably time to go ahead and get back on the grind and start making some more cash. That being said, the general quietness of Oak was a double edged sword. While it complimented his introverted disposition, it also meant that people weren't out advertising jobs like they had been in Magnolia, and the notice boards were barren. He nodded to the bartender, a signal that both knew meant "another of the same please" and the bartender placed another cup of strong alcohol in front of him. Szeth took the deadest first gulp that filled his throat and stomach with fire before lighting another cigarette.
Sitting on the other side of the bar were two shady looking characters, both with their faces obscured. Szeth couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation that the two were having. It was the most interesting thing he had heard all night.
"You know, there was some priest preaching about the spirits beneath the church. He was offering a little bit of cash for anyone who was brave enough to get rid of them"
"Aye, but I heard, theres a fella in the tavern across town that is offering far more than that, for anyone stupid enough to aggravate them even more."
Szeth raised an eyebrow. It seems he was in luck tonight.
[WC 309]