The Captain's Request

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James Norton: *Speaks to you in a sharp voice while holding a thick cigar in his right hand* What is it, citizen?

1. Nothing, sir. I was just leaving.

2. You wouldn’t happen to have any work, would you?

You: You wouldn’t happen to have any work, would you?

James Norton: *Rolling his eyes and looking at one of the recruits behind him* By all the Hells, please tell me you’re not another adventurer that’s come here just to get in my way?

1. I can see that my services aren’t needed here. I’ll be on my way.

2. No sir, I am here to offer my services. Surely, there is something that I can do.

You: No sir, I am here to offer my services. Surely, there is something that I can do.

James Norton: *Places one hand on the hilt of his weapon and draws a few puffs from his cigar* There sure is; I have a General who won’t get off my back; half my recruits don’t know how to tie their boots and my wife won’t stop nagging about fixing our front door.

1. I can see you are in no mood to speak to me. Good day.

2. Right... So is there anything else you need help with?

You: Right... So is there anything else you need help with?

James Norton: *Shouts a few choice profanities to his recruits and turns back to you* Hells yes, there is! Thought you’d never ask. My mercenaries are stretched too thin protecting this city from who-knows-what, and recently our patrols into the Woods of Sharp Teeth have suffered attacks from an orc clan operating out of some damnable cave in the area.

You: Orc clan? I may be interested. Go on.

James Norton: I was just about to go on, until you interrupted me, squab! Now, where the hell was I?

You: The damnable orc cave, sir.

James Norton: *Puts his cigar out on his shield and tosses it aside* Right, the damnable orc cave – that little slice of paradise. Not that you would know it, but every orc clan has a chieftain running their show. So here’s the plan; you go in there; you find the orc chief; you cut him down like the little princess that he is; you lop off his head, pony tails and all; and bring it back to me so I can give it to my wife as an anniversary present! Got it?

You: What’s the pay?

James Norton: *Gruffly* Six hundred gold. Take it or shove it – I don’t care.

1. I think I’ll pass.

2. Ok so let me get this straight; you want me to find this orc chieftain in a cave somewhere near the Woods of Sharp Teeth and bring you back his head in exchange for six-hundred gold?

You: Ok so let me get this straight; you want me to find this orc chieftain in a cave somewhere near the Woods of Sharp Teeth and bring you back his head in exchange for six-hundred gold?

James Norton: *Squints at you intensely* You’re a bona fide genius, arem’t you?! *Shouting behind him* Somebody get Elminster in here, quick! I just found his apprentice! Hells yes, I do! Now get to work!

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