"No. No."

As you're about to sign on to an adventuring party, another half-foot walks towards you, pushing you out of the way somewhat gruffly. He's tall, for a halfling, built lanky, and he looks incredibly angry.

Not at you, though. At the tall-man who was about to hand you a contract for your assistance in the dungeon.

"First of all, you didn't even mention what the work was, which means either you're incompetent, or you don't wish them well. Second, let me see that contract-" he snatches it from the tall-man's hands- "seriously? You haven't even written down pay? No. They are not working with you. I've told you multiple times not to skulk around here snatching up new adventurers for your work. Get out, and I'll be talking to the inn owner about you."

As the tall-man and his party slink off, the other half-foot tears the contract in half, and then into quarters, sighing.

He holds out a hand, frustration still evident on his face.

"Those guys have been creeping around, looking for succubus bait, for forever. Never, ever, take a job without payment beforehand and a clear outline of your duties and what the work is for. Especially when you don't know the party."

He stops, before exhaling.

"Chilchuck Tims. Listen. Anyone else tries to hire you, you do it through me, okay?"