The PrizeIn the one eyed harpy, two dark clad figures, one tall and lean the other short and swarthy, talk quietly among themselves.
"Deadshot, ye hear aboot der prize" the short one inquires over his dark ale.
"Yes you imbecile, and don't call me that, you never know who is listening" retorts the tall one putting down his mulled wine.
"Cost muh a fine penny ter find out, tis better be worth it."
"Well keep your voice down and this may be money well spent. The less who know about it the better our chances of gaining it will be."
"Och, aye" the short one taps his nose and swallows the dregs of his dark ale.