Anything for a job...

[Emissary]

A pair of eyes flashed on the blinking club projectors, fixating on the merc.

"Bold one too. Bold and crazy enough to come down here. Seems you're quite lost on your mind, merc. Although I wonder whether it has to be your natural ability to get into any sort of mess or..."

She aburptly paused while still drilling merc with a stare.

"A dream, you said? Are you telling me a dream has brought you here?". He didn't know if the woman was joking or talking serious. She paused, now looking down and rubbing a small medallion attached to her necklace. It's seemingly black surface was reflecting lights very sharp, formed into triangular shapes. It wasn't some fancy jewelery but a symbol, and it definetely wasn't an Outcast one. He was certain of seeing it before but when and how has completely escaped his memory. "Dreams..." - she continued in a relaxed tone. "They have meanings, you know. Elusive meanings. Only the true dreams hold those, ones that speak of things you struggle to understand, not the regular ones your imagination fancies, merc. It seems you aren't like the others who think only about snatching a quick buck for a shot and then leaving mess behind. Dreams..."

She put away the medallion and stood up, slowly walking around the merc. He could finally see her face with the corner of the eye.

"Have you spoken to anyone in that... dream of yours?"