Payment In Gold

Kaelia

I kept my hand stretched out, my palm facing the towering man cloaked in dark, expensive fabric. My fingers did not tremble. My arm did not waver. I held my ground, standing amidst the settling dust of the cobblestone street, waiting for my payment.

Like I said, I was not a kind person. I did not possess a heart that bled for strangers, nor did I harbor any naive illusions about charity