Sad Lion
This time I arrive early to the pub. Very early. I have an hour until the meeting to convince the bartender to help me poison one of his costumers. He’s young, only slightly older than me, so it’s probably not his bar, he just works here. It raises my chances of convincing him. He’s okay-looking and there’s no ring on his finger. That helps too. The night is still slow, he’ll have time to talk. I walk to the bar, smile at him and order a drink, then smile a whole lot more.
“How come a beauty like you drinks alone?” he starts the conversation.
“I’m early for a meeting.”
“Business or pleasure?”
“A bit of both, I hope. My friends and I are meeting a prospective client.” I’m dressed as a mercenary again, in pants and a simple linen shirt and wear weapons as accessories. There’s n
