Lord Byrum looked directly into Dena’s eyes. “Your eyes are marked with blood. Are you sure not of the house...”
“I am not of the house of Iris.” Dena said defensively. The servant offered her a cup and Dena took it with her right hand, milk was her favorite. Taking a sip she stated, “Let’s talk this job.”
Lord Byrum took his gaze from her eyes. “Yes let’s. I have a problem, an undead problem. The job is simple-get rid of an unnatural creature. A woman who has taken residence on my property to the south-east of here. A woman who looks like a corpse and yet has not died. I will pay handsomely when the job is finished.”
“Handsomely?” Garrick asked.
“Yes,” Lord Byrum said, “say one hundred gold crescents each.”
“That is a fair wage,” Danulf said, “If it is just an undead.”
“Yes just a simple task. Are all of you up to it?”
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