The Amulet of Pan'thok

[Crowley]

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“You will fetch the amulet of Pan’thok then?”
“Ai, I will.”
“They say you’re the best there is.”
“They’re not wrong.”
“But I have hired a mercenary to… accompany you. They will join you aboard the ship.”
Dais grunted. “A merc?”
“Yes… You will need help.”
“How do I know he or she isn’t there to stab me in the back once I’ve cleared the way to the amulet?”
The fat man chuckled, his stomach bouncing with his coarse laughter. “If you’re as good as they say then you’ll live.”
“That’s not the point. I just don’t like the idea of a goon following me.”
“Live with it.”

And that had been the end of the meeting. Dais had been shown out and he had walked to the docks where the La Dolce Vita awaited him. He personally hated ships, they rocked too much for his liking. That and the people who manned them were a bunch of limp-wristed fellows who couldn’t handle a sword if their lives depended on it.

He wondered who exactly the fat man, whose name he had not learned, had hired to accompany him.

He adjusted his jerkin, checked his pouches and made sure his dagger was fastened properly. And then he stepped aboard the ship that meant “the sweet life”.

What bloody irony, he thought, it smells more of sweat than sweet.

A man with a mustachio approached him. “You are The Huntsman, no?”

Dais grumbled a yes.

“You will meet your fellow in the cabin over there. I am your captain for today, the name’s Pierce.”

“Wonderful.” And Dais made way to the cabin, kicking the door open when he reached it. And there he came face to face with his cabin mate.