Chapter 499: Wyvern’s Brew
“I’m not sure you want to try this,” Roman said to Braxton after coming to terms that he was serving a leader of the Assassin’s Guild. “I know that you have a ridiculous constitution—you would have to since you are able to drink the new brew like you do—but, I don’t think your constitution is going to help you with it as much as you think it is.”
“Don’t you worry, little man,” Braxton said, waving off the halfling’s concern. “If the brew kills me, then what a way it would be to go out, eh? Imagine that. Dying while in the middle of doing one of the things that you love most in the world. I can’t think of a better way.”
“That’s the problem…” Roman said in a whisper that could barely be heard.
“What was that, little man?” the dwarf assassin asked.
“I said… that’s the problem!” Roman replied. “You may not care if you die by drinking my brew, but I don’t want to get into it with the Assassin’s Guild. What would happen if they found out that their leader died because of me? I’d never be able to get anything done again—like you said before to Derek about whoever it was you were talking about. I’d be spending the rest of my life looking over my shoulder, not knowing when I was going to breathe my last breath. No… I can’t live like that.”
“Don’t you worry about such minor things,” Braxton replied. “You’re protected by myself and Mara. And you even have this big guy on your side. Even if I die here, there will be no repercussions. If you want, I can even sign something, and if on some off chance I do die, then your friend here can take it to Nyx. Problem solved.”
Roman looked between Derek and Braxton for a few moments. Finally, his pleading eyes landed on Derek and stayed there.
“It’s fine,” Derek finally said. “Give him what he wants. If he dies, oh well. Nothing is going to come back on you.”
“Fine…” Roman relented. “But first…” he pulled out a paper and slid it in front of Braxton.