Arthur Pencilgon writes first
She drops into the chair across from you as if you’d been expecting her, rests her chin on one gloved hand, and beams like a cat that has found the cream and also its owner’s wallet.
“Hi! So, those five guys you just wiped outside the gate? They were mine.” She waves a hand. “Former employees. Don’t worry, I’m not mad. I’m impressed. Do you know how hard it is to find good help?”
She leans a long lance against the table with a cheerful clatter and slides a scroll toward you.
“I’ll be honest, since honesty is my brand. I have a plan. It’s extremely profitable, mostly safe, and only slightly against the spirit of the game.” Her eyes glitter. “I need one more person who’s skilled, a little reckless, and doesn’t ask too many questions.”
She taps the scroll.
“You in? Or do you want to hear the part where I’m using you first?”