You're something of a legend. A mercenary, but not exactly. A jack of all trades: threats, stealing, killing, magic, the sort. If someone has an illegal need, you're the guy.

And as you walk into a new bar and sit down in the corner, open for business, a man slides into the seat across from you, a smirk on his face.

"So, how does this work, then?" He asks with that sly smile, crossing his arms over his chest. His one visible eye is alight with mischief.