So, to avoid breaking your oaths, you kept your clients from raking in wartime profits? And then you passed any coin you made onto your victims?
[Vyng tries to imagine committing himself to a cause like that. Honestly, he's made some awfully dumb decisions without considering the broader consequences of his actions. Like when he gave blood samples to a client with a, uh...history of tracking down and killing people who cross her. In hindsight, that was probably a bad career move for a mercenary to make.]
Well, you sure didn't call yourselves "shrikes" for nothing. [As he speaks, the agitation from before has largely melted away.] Fast, precise, brutal, nothing personal. Name definitely checks out.
[The detached tone isn't lost on Vyng. Illarion clearly isn't somebody who relishes in killing, that much is clear. Maybe it speaks to his own loathing of anything even remotely elven, that the "ugly" version of the story would somehow end up less offensive than the pristine one (that, he realizes, might help those who tell it sleep better at night). Admitting to any ugliness at all is a huge improvement in Vyng's book.]
If you wanted to dissuade people from hiring you so badly, how come you didn't turn any jobs down? Was it pride? Or were your oaths, like...magically binding somehow?
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[Vyng tries to imagine committing himself to a cause like that. Honestly, he's made some awfully dumb decisions without considering the broader consequences of his actions. Like when he gave blood samples to a client with a, uh...history of tracking down and killing people who cross her. In hindsight, that was probably a bad career move for a mercenary to make.]
Well, you sure didn't call yourselves "shrikes" for nothing. [As he speaks, the agitation from before has largely melted away.] Fast, precise, brutal, nothing personal. Name definitely checks out.
[The detached tone isn't lost on Vyng. Illarion clearly isn't somebody who relishes in killing, that much is clear. Maybe it speaks to his own loathing of anything even remotely elven, that the "ugly" version of the story would somehow end up less offensive than the pristine one (that, he realizes, might help those who tell it sleep better at night). Admitting to any ugliness at all is a huge improvement in Vyng's book.]
If you wanted to dissuade people from hiring you so badly, how come you didn't turn any jobs down? Was it pride? Or were your oaths, like...magically binding somehow?