Jurex's lazy eyes flicked over the seen before him, coming to rest on the nervously pacing form of Adgar. The two men had been summoned by Jythralo, and they both knew why; to explain their failure in the kidnapping attempt. But after conversing with the servent that had quickly left to find his master, they had waited for nearly half an hour. Perhaps he is letting us sweat it out; cunning old devil that he is.
But by the time that the servant reappeared, telling them that they could enter, a plan had formed in the willy corsair's mind. Before entering the house, Jurex turned and spoke to Adgar in his best impression of a friendly voice emphasizing comradery. "Wait outside, Adgar. I'll take the heat, it was my fault anyway."
Shameless, the corsair grabbed his hand and shook it violently. "Thanke, thanke, mate! It may save me life!"
Aye, and mine too. A biased tale with no one to contradict me in the room may certainly simplify matters.
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Jythralo sat back, digesting the report which Jurex had given him. The other corsair paced slowly, toying with the handle on his favorite dagger, and attempting to give off an air of honesty and trust. "It was that buffoon Adgar; tell me, sir, why did you ever send him with me. I would have handled the matter in a much more efficient fasion, and ended our problems forever."
The man noddded slowly. "I will take notice of your words, and perhaps refer to them when I reassign you for your next mission. After, of course, I toast Adgar. Send him up to me as you leave."
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"Well, what did he say, mate?"
Jurex chuckled and patted him on the back. "He's sure not mad, matey. In fact, he paid me, and I think he'll give you something, too! Hurry up to him, he wants to see you."
As Adgar dashed up to the office, Jurex ambled down the street laughing outloud. "Aye, matey, you go and get whats comming to you!"
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