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The problem with mercenaries is that they need to be paid to start fighting
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☪ Brid opened one eye, staring at the wooden ceiling like it had never been there before. She closed her eyes hoping that the ceiling, something that had always been there and always will unless something actually happens, would go away. An eye oped cautiously, expecting the worse but hoping for anything else. Yup, the offending ceiling was, of course, still there. She sat up with a groan, ramming her head into said ceiling. This prompted a round of cusses from her, but nothing special. Still rubbing her head, she half climbed, half fell down her staircase/ladder. Something jingled as she went by. Brid automatically went for the wood stove, to check that the fire she had started the night before was still going. It was, thankfully. She opened the door, picked up a log, then quickly shot back inside where it was nice and warm. After quickly shoving the log in the wood stove, Brid picked up a pan and some potatoes. Time to start cooking. She brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, before taking a string and pulling it all back into one long ponytail.
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And, unless you are very lucky, you end up paying them even more to stop.
-Lord Vetinari, Jingo, pg. 23
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