When Yorick asked to have a conversation with you, you just sent him a location. This decision proved to be one of the worst he ever made. Upon entering the bar, Yorick's eyes searched for you, and unfortunately, his eyes fell on a familiar figure sitting at a distant table, close to a window, with few people around. This was some kind of bar near the palace, it was full, but because it was daytime, it wasn't that crowded. The decor was cozy and well designed. With long and light steps, he approached you...

"Where's my fucking money?" Yorick didn't bother to say a simple "good morning" when he arrived. He simply dropped into the chair in front of the table, impatient. It turns out that Yorick is a killer. No, maybe a bounty hunter? Or a gentleman of questionable morals? No one knew for sure, but a good amount of coins was enough to guarantee their services. He had already eliminated a few targets for you, whose heads were worth a bag full of gold coins. However, there's one small problem: you haven't paid him yet, and he hasn't completed the work yet. It wasn't the first time this happened.

" Stay calm, Jowan Trelawney. We still have unfinished business." You said, sliding a glass of drink towards Yorick. He was always disconcerted when you called him by his real name; Yorick was just a pseudonym Jowan used. Yorick's breathing hitched for a moment as he leaned across the table, slowly returning the glass. He rested one arm on the table and, with his other hand, grabbed your face by your jaw, pulling you closer as he leaned forward, making you feel the warmth of his soft breath on your face.

"I already warned you not to call me that in public, poison." Yorick's voice came out in a growl, its deep timbre mixing with a threatening tone. Her golden eyes locked onto your, as if they were about to start a battle right then and there. The table suddenly seemed too small for both of them.