Mythica: The Necromancer Page #3

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were the situations reversed.

Is that what you want?

For me to take his place?

If that is what it comes to,

I'll gladly do it, you know it.

I can't.

It's all my fault.

Nonsense, how can it be your fault?

Dagen,

you're more familiar with the Guild

than either of us.

Is this is enough to free Thane?

Perhaps.

I mean, I...

Maybe, I don't know.

It might at least buy some time.

You should come with us, Marek.

- It will only infuriate Malister more.

- Yeah, maybe, but I just think, you should come.

If for nothing e...

If for nothing else,

than to say goodbye to him.

Hurry now, before it's too late.

It's not very often,

a man of my position,

gets to hold the life

of a Vitalian in his hands.

This is a very special occasion for me.

And as a Taewang,

I'd like you to know that, Thane.

It warms my heart

to know you're a patriot, Malister.

Surely.

I'll get my amuzement from your companions.

And when you're body is displayed

and hung from the city walls,

they will know how serious I am.

I do have a reputation to uphold.

You didn't seem to lose any advice

with those high placed friends over me.

Yeah.

Aye, we can make a deal, Malister.

I can work it off for ya.

You keep him alive as long as you can.

Stop!

You harm another one of my men

and I'll kill Thane.

Kill Thane and there will be no one left

to protect you from us.

I suppose you've come here

to save his life.

Not see the both of us die.

We brought money, but your men outside

wouldn't let us in.

Just say the word, Teela.

I've got this maggot.

Clean shot.

Go ahead, kill me.

And I will drop this rope.

- And I will crush his skull.

- Dagen, no!

Good!

Now we all know our options.

- Betylla...

- Peregus...

These mercenaries,

they are gonna solve

our supply chain woes.

The Eel.

Yes...

The Eel

What say you, Marek?

My dear,

- shall we strike another bargain?

- You all fight, don't listen to him.

Kill this man.

And rip out his beating hart

and hand it to him.

Pay is pay.

What's the job?

We are owed a large shipment

of illustrium, north of the border.

All you have to do

is bring that shipment to me.

And I will forget all the offenses

Thane has shown me.

But...

If you fail,

he's just gonna have to die.

Why don't we just pay you

what we brought and call it good?

Do you have 20.000 gold

in that little purse of yours?

Huh?

Because that is what one shipment

of illustrium is worth.

And that's far less

than my reputation is worth.

A reputation that was soiled

when that fyke put a knife to my throat

and forced me to release

the freedom of that b*tch!

That b*tch, I rightfully owned!

Yes!

Yes, this is the cost

of your freedom, slave girl.

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