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Name: Spopopolopavich
Age: 25
Class: Skirmisher
Race: Goblin
Weapons: Lots and lost of Javelins
Appearance: 45cm, Pallid Green, Large hooked nose, large ears, necklace with unidentified bones on it
Bio: A typical Goblin mecrinary, willing to fight for anyone or anything. Generally quiet and not very outspoken, many have been suprised by his good nature if the get him talking. Enjoys taking trophies from particularly resilient enemies.

Spopopolopavich twitched nervously. Body guard duty was hard enough without the client "consorting" with the local women. In a place as public as the biggest room in the Pub, too. He licked his eyes with his long, reptilian tongue. This was not good. In fact this was very, very bad. Stupid client. Didn't even have the right kind of Mercenary. Idiot.. There was a crash from within the chambers. He immediately burst through the door ready for anything.

Spopopolopavich leaps out of the window, pursuing the woman now blatantly in assassains garb. Not waiting to wonder why she had the client slung over her shoulder, he threw a javelin at her back.

I run up and check to see if my client is alright.

Ahem

I search the assassains body, looking for any hint at her identity or goal.

Take any weapons, etc she has.

I take my client back to the Inn.

Dumping the clinet on the bed I ask around, hoping to garner some information as to where the woman came from, or if anyone knew her.
( The name is easy. Say it out loud Spo-po-po-lo-po-vich. Simple. [And my nickname in school])

I check up on my client.

I ask him about what happened.

I sit beside his bed and guard him without rest.

Let the service in whilst pointing javelin at them.

I start to request the money from the client that the agreed to pay every 24 hours and threaten to leave.

I follow the client as he gets up and wonders around town. A cunning plan in my head I decide to follow my own agenda as he moves towards the market.

Alright. I put my cunning plan into action. Using the money payed by the client I go from stall to stall trying a passcode I got whilst assisting an assassain once upon a time. I keep going until I reach the fishmonger, who gives the correct reply. I ask for a contract to kill my client and pay my gold, being specific that it should happen in the clients room and that the assassain should be payed in advance. Once the client tires, we return to the Inn and I prepare an ambush, hiding in the wardrobe, my eye to a slit, waiting patiently.

I wait patiently for the assassain to arrive.

Use ambush, skewering target through bothe legs.

I quickly run up and hold her mouth, knocking her out with a sharp rap to the head. I then recover my money, which was prepaid to her, as I insisted.

I pour some water that I grab from the clients cabinet onto her face and put my hand over her mouth. When she wakes I make sure she won't cry out and question her.

I begin to ask her questions. Who do you work for? Who are your superiors? Which assassains guild do you work for. Did you know another assassain who died the day before yesterday? If she does not answer, I jiggle the javelins until she does.

(It's fine.) I thank her then remove the javelins and leave her outside the front door. Someone will find her. I wait till morning and then talk to the owner of the inn about this... Kiltias.

Well, then I post a notice by the town crier, offering a reward of unknown value for any information regarding this Kiltias.

50 gold and 3 javelins.

I give him ten extra gold.

And me?

I wait.

I ask him about everything he knows after bekonning him into a side alley.

And he tells me?

I pay him and thank him for his troubles. I then begin to think. I am not a well known bodyguard, but was a replacement for one who fell sick. I didn't even know much about my client, or even what sort of importance he had. I need details. I am new to this town, and am not even a proper bodyguard. More of a freebooting bandit. If I can find some way of showing that to the assassains, I am sure that I will be left alone.