Kings Ransom

A smirk came to the mercenary.
"5 shillings per head, no need for prior payment. I will send word of my progress of course. May God be with you, my Lord."
Content with the agreement, he escorted himself from room with a bow.
He knew the savages would never be bought by soft Englishmen, so what this long didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
Looking around at the granduer once more, he caught the sight of a woman near the door. The apparel she wore revealed her as upper class.
Although not the type to push his luck with royalty, he figured he should keep up the act of respect.
"Good day to you, my Lady."

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