«Guess who’s back?»
Malakaï entered the White Hart Tavern and was greeted by a cheer from the patrons. Another watering hole, another home away from home.
Malakaï made his way to the counter and jumped on the high stool next to it. The bartender was already busy pouring him a drink. «I trust business has been good?»
«It has my friend, it has…» Malakaï pushed a couple of copper, slipping a lone gold coin discreetly in the pile. A little extra for the contribution to the last hunt successful conclusion.
Being an Halfling in human land was not always easy. Andorans might be more civilized than most but they are still at no risk of running out of assholes looking for easy pickings. In Alvis in particular…
The two brothers have been in more scuffle than they cared to count. They knew how to handle themselves in a brawl. But on their own, when their sibling was otherwise unavailable, they each had a different way of handling the situation.
Tarro would protect himself from such predicament by retreating to the Arthfell forest. He knew the area like the back of is hand and those foolish enough to try to pursue him there, he picked apart one by one with hit-and-run tactics.
Malakaï tried to find safety in numbers, constantly mingling, fraternizing. If you have enough friends it might dissuade would be bullies. Even when it didn’t, friends could at least warn you of danger… It’s was not easy to make friends and acquaintances when you are at the bottom of the totem pole but with a lot of persistence he managed to win some over. And then some more. And then some more. In time the bullies dwindled in number as his standing continued to improve. Some of them even became lifelong friend of his when they got to know him better.
Maintaining this network involved the constant exchange of favors. It had started as a self-serving enterprise to protect himself from harm, but some time along they way something happened; Malakaï had an epiphany. He came the realization that his social clout could be used to do good. He realized he genuinely liked helping people.
Ogden had an eye for talent. In his line of work you had to be. The wrong associates will get you on the wrong side of a blade or at the end of a rope. You need keen eyes, cool heads and steady hands on your team but you also need people to work the intelligence. After all, information is the grease that keeps the bounty hunting gears turning…
Malakaï had come knocking to his door for employment. Due to an unfortunate misunderstanding, he had ran afoul Alvis’ constable and needed a room and a board until things cooled down. Malakaï had already acted as an informant for him on a couple of occasions for matters pertaining to that town, Ogden had seen that his nephew had a way with people… But he was too young, way too young for to work in this business. Not to mention that if something happened to his grandson, his son would never forgive him.
But perhaps he could let him work as a porter and secretary… A safe and inconspicuous front to let him pry his trade…