Darracks,

You interest me. We should speak on neutral ground. Mur or the Pyrimo would be suitable for us. Our words may be well worth your while.

X

Make a move on me and I'll gut you faster than I did to Sten. I may or may not be around.

D

Scratch that, I'm in no mood to meet with strangers. Bring me Sten's head as a gesture of your good will and intentions, and I will consider you my friend and meet you openly. Refuse to do so and your blood will be thick like a coward's - ripe with intentions of betrayal.

- Daracks

Sorry, killing fools for gold is not how I make friends. You can meet with me, and we can discuss how we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement or, sadly, should you not wish to speak, we will never meet, except perhaps in battle or the courtroom.

Your decision, your choice.

Either way I win.

X

Daracks uses the zhurkpaper to roll up a big fat stogie, and smokes some stinkweed from it.