He certainly found some of the man’s methods rather questionable, but considering what he had just went through with the blacksmith, he didn’t think much else could leave such a bad taste in his mouth. Mikajia had been making his way home from the market, grabbing some new groceries, when he was approached by a familiar woman in a maid outfit. She didn’t say anything, just handed Mikajia a letter, then wandered off. He decided he would read the letter after making his way back to his loft and putting away his groceries.
Once home, and chore done, he turned to the letter, opened the envelope and read the contents. From what he could tell, it was a bit similar to his last task for the necromancer. This time though, it was just one man that he wanted killed, instead of a whole party. Apparently this guy was nothing but a nuisance with too much money, and not enough sense to keep his mouth shut. From what he gathered, this guy came from a wealthy family, but didn’t possess any particular skill for combat, and instead used his family’s money to buy himself special armor and weapons.
WC = 304/1,500