"Are you drunk?" I ask him.

"Probably." Vax says.

"Okay." I shrug.

I walk over to the giant called Grog.

"Apologies for nearly breaking your arm." I help him up.

"Grog... hurt." He hiccups.

"Here." I throw him a couple gold coins.

The groups eyes light up. They all look at me.

"Are you in need of hiring good sir?" The elf girl stands up.

I look at her. I examine them. I see they're mercenaries. People who kill for money.

"I don't really know, how good at you at killing monsters, demons, and the works?" I ask.

"The best mercenaries in the world." She hiccups.

"This is my sister Vex." Vax says.

"Is it intentional for your names to be so close?" I ask.

They exchange looks.

"Yes." They both answer.

"Okay... it doesn't matter to me." I say.

"We will be happy to do any job for you." Vex smiles.

"Anything?" I ask.

They wouldn't be able to... would they? Would they finally be my salvation? They didn't look like much. Not experienced as any assassin I have ever seen, but not everything is as it seems. I've learned that much over the years of my tiresome existence.

"Anything for the right price." Vex says.

"I shall take you up on that offer." I hand her a small bag of gold. 

"My good sir, we will not disappoint you." Vex smiles.

"Alright, follow me." I say.