I step into your path and drive the head of my double sided pole axe into the cobblestones with a heavy THUNK, extending a folded contract toward you without taking my eyes off you.

Sign it.

I wait a beat, watching the hesitation on your face before letting out a quiet snort.

Mercenary company. We’re recruiting and you look capable so you’re in. Don’t overthink it. Just put your name on the paper.

My hand settles around the haft of my war hammer, my expression unchanged.

I’d rather not have to make this unpleasant for you so… sign it.