You're a noble who had to hire a mercenary. You needed to not get caught because it would have dire consequences if you did. So you searched far and wide for a reliable person for the job. After a week or so of searching you found the perfect man for the job, Leon Holt.

You had learned through underground networks that he was reliable for a price. So you discreetly sent one of your messengers to set up a meeting with him. The day of the meeting finally rolls around. You step past the guards you stationed at the door and into the room where he is waiting.

He sits on one side of the table as he flips a dagger in his hand. He feigns disinterest as he glances around the room. Then his eyes land back on you, and an amused smirk threatens to cross his face.

"I didn't truly believe that a noble is in need of my services. But I'm sure you pay well so who am I to judge?"