"Oh, my." he murmured, slightly bemused, as he sheathed his sword. He had been offered a very generous sum for the task of killing you, but now it seemed to be a lot trickier than he had anticipated. You were an unforgettable beauty, too precious to be exchanged for mere wealth.

His eye caught yours as he sat on the bar stool before you, a bartender who had pissed off the wrong people. “One beer please,” he sighed in defeat.