The Threshold [Closed]

[¤Amy Grace¤]

Malthas grabbed his sword and pulled it, "sword."

He sheathed it again, "now then, if you don't mind. I'll be heading to the city. Got deals to make and I think the news of the Reapers will be enough to line my pocket with the things I need for another month or two of survival. If not, spose I'll figure it out in the long run."

"Oh, and if you're curious," Malthas began, "I have other targets in mind, this one is just the most pressing. The others depend on how well this is handled however. No information for free, everything is a meal ticket."

[Sparda]

"Sarcastic little shit," he snorted. The man just admitted that he got paid in materials for the upkeep of his equipment; how could he not find Helsing's offering at least a little bit tempting?

He remained where he was, weapons lowered, turning to watch Malthas pass him by. "Who knows, maybe we'll end up doing proper business after all," he called after him. "Just be careful of the enemies you make, eh? Some will cost you a lot more than others."

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"You know," Malthas began, "there's plenty of room on this trip for more than me. Gives me a chance to consider your people as employers if I see what you can do with those goods. Also gives you a chance to see if old Malthas is worth it in the end. Consider it a double edge sword of worthiness."

Perhaps that was his way of saying he was interested, he had noted Cain's finite statement and didn't want to leave the man on read, he wouldn't consider Helsing if he got to the city, by then he'd be in the clutches of Tyrant or the far more advanced alliance, Blu. He admitted, Helsing's craftsman ship was sound, their firepower was more compelling than the technology Blu could offer him.

[Sparda]

Rob lingered for a moment, sheathed his weapons, then reappeared on Malthas' left in a blur of motion and fell in to walk beside him. He wore an apologetic grimace on his face.

"I'm getting the feeling I ought to apologise," he mused. "I've been a little combative, kinda got off on the wrong foot here. I came out expecting to have to try to kill you - imagine my surprise to find out you're just looking to make a living."

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"This business has no room for apologies, we just move on from here as comrades today and enemies tomorrow, or not. All depends on the work I guess," Malthas said, he didn't make a comment on the thought that his life was threatened here, it didn't concern him truthfully. In this line of work he had killed many former friends who began hunting him for a paycheck, he had also hunted many former friends for betraying their honor and trust. This was no different, had confrontation come forward he would have answered back.

"We're all just looking to survive, if we lose sight of that, are we really living," he asked.