“I think you should…look into employing the Brotherhood for protection! With current...unforeseen hiccups involving the unfortunate implosion of our command structure and operation apparatus, so many of us have gone freelance! Myself included!"
Torben beamed a grin and just kept on with the sales pitch. If only there were used Mechano-hog lots in these parts, he'd be set for life when it came to employment with the winning smile he wore.
"Imagine how safe you will feel knowing that no fingers, beyond perhaps mine own, will be in your coffers. If you could ever put a price on peace of mind, it would be however much coin I can carry I reckon."
Stopped just before the closing gates of the Darkmoon Fairegrounds outside of Goldshire, perhaps the Rendorei woman did seem deceptively defenseless; there was a certain noble bearing that may have even marked her as a target for robbery from a distance. Yet she approached with a composure and certainty. Hearing the offer from the roguish gentleman, she seemed...amused.
"Oh, I'm sure you are quite efficient," she replied with a professional charm, a disarming smile. "But I have my own protection." It was then that the armored behemoth of a demon stepped in close to tower over her, and more importantly, Torbeen. It's spiked hand flexed with anticipation around the hilt of a longsword, eagerly awaiting a single command from its mistress to dispense violence.
"Apologies to hear about your potential...displacement. But if you are looking for some honest local work, I think I could provide. You would be paid on your own merit, per contract you take. Ah but introductions first, yes?"
The void elf offered her hand out to shake under the intimidating gaze of her demonic guardian. "Safrona Shadowsun, owner of Empyrean Star Trades. I manage the most important part of the business - our team of couriers. And I always have an eye open for new blood."
