"You seem to misunderstand, ser. I have the money to pay, but I am a killer. They call me the Bloody Witcher, and I live up to the name. An assassin of sorts, if it pleases you." [i]The man stated, drumming his fingers along the hilt of the blade at his hip. [/i] "You allowed me to spend a night in this establishment, without reason, without merit. An honourable deed, which is to be met with a deed as well. Any of your competitors, I will kill. Any of your enemies, I will kill. I do not throw the word around, ser. I throw their heads off. "