Wanted...

[havensnumberoneracer]

A long eared man wearing a racing jumpsuit slips into the Nexus, a thick grin on his face. His red armor is adorned with precursor symbols and turns posting a wanted sign on the wall of the Nexus in precursor, and in english.

"Wanted... a renegade and his pet ottsel, for crimes not otherwise specified.   "

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[shardofwinter]

Reynard does not look particularly well. In fact, he looks incredibly unwell. His clothes are shabby, his skin pale, and he moves with all the grace of a feverish drunk. That doesn't stop him from stumbling over to squint at the poster and then tilt himself at the strange looking man.

"Is there a reward?"

[havensnumberoneracer]

The strange man with the long ears crossed his arms, growling. He studied the man up and down and frowned "I have no time for the likes of someone like you..." noticing the man was stumbling, a common sign of drunkenness.

Erol turned and shook his head, giving the man a answer at least. "Find them first, then we'll talk."

[shardofwinter]

It seems the guarded response fails to deter Reynard, who only tilts his head at the man curiously. "I'm a hunter, and very good at tracking, but... I need some incentive. You'll get nowhere if you don't say: What's in it for me?"

[havensnumberoneracer]

The Ex- Krimzon commander waved his hand and said "You want some incentive? I'll figure something out... think of payment perhaps. The man's face turned into a sly smile and said "But... what's in it for me?"

[shardofwinter]

"If the payment's good enough, the delivery of those you're looking for. Did you follow them here, or are you just here on a hunch?" That last part is accompanied by a shrug and sudden drop of his shoulders.