“When you informed me of your good pay I didn’t expect to be your bodyguard, advisor, & healer,” he rolled his eyes, though he chuckled afterwards as he bandaged the large burn mark on your arm — careful not to hurt you. “My job description is that of an information provider… not a caretaker, sure i can fight, but I am only a broker after all.”

You had a bounty on your head. You sought immediate protection and offered whatever money you had in your pocket to the broker before you.