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[Dracos]

"Food, lodging, weapons and a bit of wealth, what more do you need?" Romansk responded.

Dracos

[Corwin]

"A horse would be useful," Cedric muses. "And I've always wanted to own a house of my own. Maybe even a business on the side. Something that deals with herbs. One fifth out of eighty percent of our total wins would bring me that much closer to my goals, Mr. Romansk."

[Dracos]

"Hmm, But there must be some value in my own work.  Some incentive.  Twenty five, Seventy Five."

Dracos

[Corwin]

"That sounds reasonable, Mr. Romansk," Cedric agrees. "Shall we have the contract drafted?"

[Carthrat]

"Before that," puts in Salvius. "How much do you expect the group to earn in total per fight? An average will do."

[Dracos]

"Eh, I can probably set you guys up for about two-thousand per fight now.  Maybe more, maybe less.  We'll see."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"Hmm. That's roughly 300 each per fight.. not too shabby," muses Salvius. "By all means, sign me up."

[Dracos]

Romansk snapped his fingers, a waiting servant stepping into the room.  "Any other concerns before I have this contracted drafted?"

Dracos

[Corwin]

"I don't believe so," Cedric says.

[Dracos]

OOC: As no one else brought up a concern in the overlong allowed time.  I assume no other concerns.

IC:

Romansk nodded, indicating to his servant to make the necessary correction and then proferring Cedric the document to sign.

Dracos

[Trunkyboy]

Luciano grunts slightly, then shifts his weight from the wall.  Hopefully a fight would be arranged soon.

[Sunhawk]

Bran stretches his arms unobtrusively as he waits.

[Corwin]

Cedric reads through it, and finding it in order, signs it.

OOC:
He better find it in order, too.  :p

[Dracos]

OOC: :p
IC:

Romansk nodded, adding his own illustrious signature to the paper.  "Now then, I will look into arranging a fight soon for you.  My servant knows of your current residence, so that should not be a problem.  If you have any immediate concerns or needs of equipment, contact Hans," Romansk gestured behind him.  "He'll help you."

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[Corwin]

Cedric nods, and bids the man farewell, before taking his leave.

OOC: Just going outside, to decide what to do next with the others.