Laron
10-09-2007, 01:29 PM
“If ya don’t think it’s a fair price ya can take your junk elsewhere…”
A smug looking mans says behind the counter, and quickly is retorted by a very confident Blood Elf with dark hair and a scar running down his left eyebrow and continuing to his cheek
“You’re not the only fence in town Dremin, and I suppose I can take my wares elsewhere, but I guarantee you, there will be a report in Raveholt about how Dremin’s Imports, seems to be too good to do business with our little group… Good day…”
Nezeem starts to collect his items, rare stones and magical items he has lifted from various people he had passed, but is stopped by the very nervous man.
“Wait just a sec N! I… don’t want… Look times are tough… and I don’t have the cash ta give ya your normal cut… that’s all. Wait here a sec, I have a bit of info... somethin that might help compensate you…”
Standing impatiently he crosses his arms. While the man digs through his back cabinet.
“ ‘Ere it is… I don’t know if the info is still correct, but it couldn’t hurt to check it out…”
The man looks to make sure his small shop is empty, before unrolling a map. Tracing a line with his finger he points to an X marked on it. Nezeem’s eyes glint only slightly before turning back to the small slits they were before, as he stares intently at his fence.
“If there is something… then we are square… if not… well let’s just hope there is something there…”
He takes the few coins the man is willing to spare, and heads out of the small shop stowing his new map in his vest pocket.
Nezeem Throatcutter
When the Light wants a person to live, nothing on Azeroth can kill him.
When the Light wants a person to die, nothing on Azeroth can save him.
When I come for you... The Light wants you dead...
A smug looking mans says behind the counter, and quickly is retorted by a very confident Blood Elf with dark hair and a scar running down his left eyebrow and continuing to his cheek
“You’re not the only fence in town Dremin, and I suppose I can take my wares elsewhere, but I guarantee you, there will be a report in Raveholt about how Dremin’s Imports, seems to be too good to do business with our little group… Good day…”
Nezeem starts to collect his items, rare stones and magical items he has lifted from various people he had passed, but is stopped by the very nervous man.
“Wait just a sec N! I… don’t want… Look times are tough… and I don’t have the cash ta give ya your normal cut… that’s all. Wait here a sec, I have a bit of info... somethin that might help compensate you…”
Standing impatiently he crosses his arms. While the man digs through his back cabinet.
“ ‘Ere it is… I don’t know if the info is still correct, but it couldn’t hurt to check it out…”
The man looks to make sure his small shop is empty, before unrolling a map. Tracing a line with his finger he points to an X marked on it. Nezeem’s eyes glint only slightly before turning back to the small slits they were before, as he stares intently at his fence.
“If there is something… then we are square… if not… well let’s just hope there is something there…”
He takes the few coins the man is willing to spare, and heads out of the small shop stowing his new map in his vest pocket.
Nezeem Throatcutter
When the Light wants a person to live, nothing on Azeroth can kill him.
When the Light wants a person to die, nothing on Azeroth can save him.
When I come for you... The Light wants you dead...