Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20160815011128/@comment-26383377-20160815141223

Arthus slowly tapped the table with the tips of his metal-plated fingers, the steel clinking against the wood. He glared at the man in front of him, emitting an annoyed snarl. "You said you'd pay 500. Now pay up."

The man stated right back at him, equally furious. "I promised 500 after you promised that you'd bring viable proof."

"What more proof do you need?" Arthus gestured towards the dismembered claw on the table. "The deed is done, now you have to do your part."

"That could have been anything, for all I know, you could've cought a rabbit. Brought its paw to a Mage, had him grow it, and painted it gray." The man smirked, leaning back on his chair. "200, that's more than you deserve."

Arthus had enough of this, he was bargaining with this scammer for about thirty minutes. He stood up, and flipped the table towards the man. Knocking him over his chair and onto his back. He then stepped over to him, forcing his foot down on his chest. "Do you take me for a liar?" He pushed down further. He didn't like resorting to this, but he had no choice. He pushed his robe backwards, grasping the hilt of his longs word.

"Okay, okay! I'll pay!" The man coughed up, desperately grabbing the metal-plated foot of the ex-knight.

Arthus slowly lifted his foot away from his client. Stepping back. "Now."

The man shakily stood up, moving back behind his counter, and retrieving a sack. Dropping it on the counter and stepping back. "Now get out of my store before you break anything else.

Arthus replied with a grunt, snatching the sack, he tied it to his leather belt and allowed his gray robe to cover it. In case of catching any thief's attention. He stepped out of the blacksmith's shop. Another day, another paycheck.