Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140211042813

"How can a boy like this-" A thud echoed. It was four Lien cards, each for one thousand. Nox looked the man in the eye, and stacked seven more.

"There are fourty more in my wallet." His tone was still cold, and the glare he leveled at Anton could have frozen white flame. He wasn't amused, in the slightest. Underestimation got you killed, and if he had wanted to, the mercenary could have used that to slit the man's throat.

"Nixia, and her family, aren't the only well known mercenaries. Remember that." He turned, and began peruesing the wares. Motorcycles, trucks, sports cars, he passed them all. Until he found one, and a smirk crossed his features.

"How much?"

"45,000."

"Done. Mods?"

"Several packages. Weapon, questionable weather, so on, so forth. They're included with the payment."

Nox began to write down a list, and handed it to him.