In the dark, dank alleys of Brendor, Wallen made his way towards the city sewers. The stench of rotting garbage and filth hung heavy in the air as he approached the entrance. With a grimace, he readied himself for the task ahead - clearing out an infestation of undead creatures from within the bowels of the city. Clad in his heavy mercenary attire and trousers, he drew his bardiche and made his way towards the entrance.
Meanwhile, another figure stood guard nearby - vous - also preparing to descend into the muck and mire. Unaware of each other's presence, both were hired for the same job: to rid the city of the undead. As Wallen stepped towards the entrance of the sewer system, he found himself face-to-face with vous.
Who the fuck is this dullard? Wallen thought as he moved to confront vous. The sight of another mercenary enraged him; it seemed someone had tried to muscle in on his turf and steal his job. "What the fuck do yeh think ye're doing here?" he growled, his brogue accent thickening under stress. "This is mah job! Now yeh be'er piss off before I gut yeh like a fuckin' fish!"
