"Is the vacancy still open, or did the last fool already lose his head to the shadows?"
Kang Min leaned against the rough-hewn timber of a notice board, his voice muffled slightly by the black fabric of his mask. He wasn't looking at the parchment; he was looking at the stout man in rusted chainmail who was currently cursing at a stubborn nail.
"The Duke's bounty?" The man snorted, finally hammering the notice into place. "Aye, it's open. The 'Mercenary Knight' position has a higher turnover rate than a cheap tavern's kegs. Three men went into the breach yesterday. None of 'em came back with enough pieces to fill a bucket. You looking to be the fourth, traveller?"
"I'm looking for work," Kang Min replied simply.
