ISAR
Arm yourself
It wasn't long before only bones remained of the meal. Isar kept it, fully intending to crack it for the marrow at some point - nothing would ever be wasted if it could be eaten - but saved that noisy, messy project for later.
What Asta suggested sounded a lot like a dirty job, indeed. Licking his fingers and wiping gore from his beard, the vagabond considered. It would mean killing people, probably. Locking them up and then making sure any deaths looked natural - at least that would make more sense than letting them 'disappear', because fuck that would mean he was a lousy guard.
"I get to put them away, too," he bartered, "and they get a chance to fight back. Make that happen, and you have a deal." He was no executioner - because if he were, he would be doing his job in public. And clearly this involved more than just watching a door and looking the other way when Asta came to break his promises. So it only made sense to make sure he had the kind of authority that would let him arrange things without anyone being able to ask questions.
Raising a brow, he watched the man for a response. It sounded like a final condition, but Isar was nothing if not flexible - he could haggle until he got an offer that was acceptable.
What Asta suggested sounded a lot like a dirty job, indeed. Licking his fingers and wiping gore from his beard, the vagabond considered. It would mean killing people, probably. Locking them up and then making sure any deaths looked natural - at least that would make more sense than letting them 'disappear', because fuck that would mean he was a lousy guard.
"I get to put them away, too," he bartered, "and they get a chance to fight back. Make that happen, and you have a deal." He was no executioner - because if he were, he would be doing his job in public. And clearly this involved more than just watching a door and looking the other way when Asta came to break his promises. So it only made sense to make sure he had the kind of authority that would let him arrange things without anyone being able to ask questions.
Raising a brow, he watched the man for a response. It sounded like a final condition, but Isar was nothing if not flexible - he could haggle until he got an offer that was acceptable.
Because no one else here will save you
