The Price Is Right
Apr 6, 2015 21:08:09 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 21:08:09 GMT -6
It was a Tuesday, and could have only happened on a Tuesday. Most of Balgoth's collections were settled by Friday, but some fool sent in rocks as his tax payment. As a result Balgoth was sent out on a boring Tuesday to go to his house and collect. The tax collector had already sent the goons ahead of him. It was better that way. They would remove the weapons and get rid of any superior trouble makers. Balgoth could then come in and finish his job without worry of being stabbed in the back. You would be surprise by how many times he had nearly been killed just simply doing his job. People did not like giving up money, even when they know they should not have it anyway.
"So how the work coming boys", spoke Balgoth as he walked up to the house. One of the big men had a bandage around his arm and the other had a small cut on the side of his head. Next to them was a fine killer sword, which more than likely would be confiscated to pay for the money he owed and the fool himself.
"Hey Balgoth", spoke the bandage man, but the priest stopped him before he could finish.
"Say no more big man", he spoke as he pulled out his staff and healed the wound. After stopping the bleeding he then turned toward the other fine gentleman and healed the scar on his head. "Attacking the aids to the tax collector, not a wise move", spoke Balgoth.
"I spit on you scum", spoke the man as he struggled against the ropes. He only made the binding tighter.
"great a colorful one", spoke Balgoth as he opened up a book and began to turn through its pages.
"So how the work coming boys", spoke Balgoth as he walked up to the house. One of the big men had a bandage around his arm and the other had a small cut on the side of his head. Next to them was a fine killer sword, which more than likely would be confiscated to pay for the money he owed and the fool himself.
"Hey Balgoth", spoke the bandage man, but the priest stopped him before he could finish.
"Say no more big man", he spoke as he pulled out his staff and healed the wound. After stopping the bleeding he then turned toward the other fine gentleman and healed the scar on his head. "Attacking the aids to the tax collector, not a wise move", spoke Balgoth.
"I spit on you scum", spoke the man as he struggled against the ropes. He only made the binding tighter.
"great a colorful one", spoke Balgoth as he opened up a book and began to turn through its pages.