Cups overflowing with frothy golden beer, good old fashion gambling, and the most beautiful whores that money can buy. What more could a couple of men desire? How about a never ending pocket of gold and countless nights of pleasure to go along.
Tonight two brothers sit in a cat house waiting for the Auctions to begin. How stupid did that Elven pansy think they were? The amount of gold he offered for risking the enchanted forest and obtaining a Frost Witch was insulting. No worries. This sort of thing happens when rich people with no self awareness think that they are better and smarter than the lesser beings. This would not be there first, second, or third time they have ever sold information off to the highest bidder. So by now, they know their newest bit of info is the real money maker
