<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">After a few hours and some more drinks later, Apok and his contact are laughing as they reminisce on old times when they both would scamper about the city before they went their temporarily seperate ways. "Unfortunately, it seems that our employer has brought into reasoning that someone is out to kill the champion," his friend says out of the blue from their conversation. "The usual is that you only need to keep him protected for the next few weeks or so, and then return for payment. If he dies then we only get paid for half the time that he has been protected for, which isn't much as it is now adays."<br/>
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"Well, sounds reasonable on it's own," Apok speaks once the briefing is finished, tilting his helmet up for a moment. "I'll see yah around Conrad, I'll drop by for a visit the next time I get to chat." With that he stands up and pays for the tab, his hand with a jug of ale before passing it to a man who seemed to be in the dumps over something. After a small travel he comes to the champion's establishment, knocking on the door before opening it and seeing that there seems to be an absense of the man. "Well this just got difficult..."</span>