T25.2 The Sellsword, Part 2

"Truly, gloomy as your kin! Frown not, for I shall be quick, I seek your services as a Sellsword... I nee-"

"I refuse."

"I would advise against haste! The reward is something one of your kin seeks...!

"And only one of you will be able to obtain it...!"

Silence fell again in the eatery.

Though the Jumian showed no sign of faltering, the Unuthulian could tell.

From the very minute tensing of muscle, no doubt the Jumian was listening carefully now.

"I think I don't need to mention what it is! And I treasure my life enough to not mention it a second time after I nearly lost mine from your fellow Jumian!"

"It's not on you. Tell me what you need done."

"Good! Good! I'm starting to think I've made the right bet. Now let me explain, I require you to retrieve for me the a moulted skin of any aphid or slug that lives upon the Grand Blade of Thammu."

Silence.

"Ookay... that was not the reaction I expected. But I assume now you know the demanding nature of the task."

"Few of even the greatest warriors of the Spoke only even dream of stepping foot on The Blade, and naught but the Fanatics of martial obsession dwell there, delving into the secrets of martial principles..."

"Well that's not to say you have to stay with them for long! Then again, trying to get off the Blade is a challenge in its own right! Oh forgive me, I promised to get to the point."

"Retrieve the moulted skin of any creatures on that was born on The Blade, and escape somehow. Then bring it to where this stick of cinnamon was cultivated. There, you will find your prize."

After flicking a stick of blue cinnamon to the Jumian, the Unuthulian drained his teapot by pouring it straight into his mouth, before riding and cupping his fists in an Unuthulian salute, before leaving into the pall of red dust outside.