Darion couldn’t help but grin a bit as she spoke, though it didn’t spread to his eyes as she watched what her card was.  Then he had the card that was dealt to him.  A total of 17.  And she had an 8 plus a hidden card.  He hoped his luck would hold out.  But past that, he couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.<span style="color: Green">“Well, it is a requirement of my job.  If I didn’t I wouldn’t earn a living.  I am taking a big chance coming to you for the job.”</span>He had no idea if she had a loyal bone in her body.<br/><br/>After that, he listened to her little stipulations.  They all sounded like something he could live with in a deal with a Bulor.<span style="color: Green">“I have something to add to your requirements.  If you use any of the crew for food, They must agree to it.  I will not force any of them to feed you.  That is my only stipulation for this deal.  I see no other issues other than I doubt we will need you for combat action…”</span><br/><br/>Before he could even finish, Darion watched that smile to display her sharp teeth and she continues to speak.  He actually seemed to think about it a lot, before looking at his cards again.  17 vs 8 whatever she had still hidden.  Would his luck actually hold to make her little bet worth it… not like he had to obey those rules.  He was a mercenary after all, and so was the rest of his crew.<span style="color: Green">“Well… That seems like a rather risky bet.  It could leave you with very little freedom if you lose, are you that confident in your luck?”</span>He said a bit, looking at his and her cards.<span style="color: Green">“fine.  I’ll agree to that."</span>As he said that, he tapped the table again for another card.  Even if she one, if she did anything that would lead to harm for his crew, he would throw the deal out the window.<span style="color: Green">“Though you may change your mind on wanting the ship as soon as you see it and want to go back to your first offer of a deal   No one has seemed to like it other than me.  No imagination or vision.”</span><br/><br/>Plus, he knew that most likely, Neymi would disagree, and probably shoot the woman, or make her want to go back on the deal.  at that thought he glanced up at the drone that followed him.  wandering if the woman was listening, and what she was thinking.<br/><br/><b><span style="text-decoration: underline">Luck Roll:</span></b><br/>17 + 4 = 21<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>