"Um sir, where are we going?" The druid girl asks.

"I don't know all of your names yet; do you mind letting me know?" I ask.

"Oh! Of course, I'm Keyleth." The druid smiles.

"I'm Pick." The small white-haired girl smiles.

"Scalan." The bard hums.

"I'm Percy, it is nice to meet you." The fighter says.

"Charmed. Anway... this mission is unusual to say the least." I say.

I sit down near an old well. 

"What do you need us to kill? Ogres? Dragons? Chickens?" Keyleth asks.

"Me." I answer.

"I'm not sure you heard us right, good sir. We are Vox Machina, and we kill-" Vex starts.

"Anything that pays you to." I say.

"What do you mean by you?" Percy asks.

"I need you to kill me, is it thatt hard to understand?" I ask.

"Kill you...? But- I don't understand." Vex says.

"But do you need to? Just kill me." I say.

"Why do you want to die?" Vax asks.

"Why do you want to live?" I ask. 

"Well... for money." Vax answers.

"Is that the only reason? Those who have only one life should aim a little higher." I say.

"What?" Grog asks.

Vax looks at me.

"But, if money's all you want, here." I throw him another sack of gold.

"If you want to die, fine." Vax takes out his daggers.

"Oh, and I draw the line at head cutting off, it's something I really can't stomach." I say.

"Consider it a deal." Vax slams a dagger into my chest.