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Jared couldn't help but feel remorse for Natalia. He pulled on his collar, uncomfortable, a single tear ran down his eye. He noticed this and...
"I-I guess... It's treasure we're talking about!" He said. "I just wonder how much they have... I bet they have mountains of it," he said, trying...
"Do I?" He asked, looking at Ellia. "Got barely any sleep last night..." He lied.
Jared walked at the back of the group, he was in a bad mood ever since Natalia's proposition and needed some distance from her. He was okay with...
(Yeah, sure!)
"Ugh... Glad to be of service... I guess." Jared said, reluctantly, accepting his position, using his hand to wave off the captain. He took a swig...
Jared growled but stopped, keeping his composure. "You just want to keep your money to yourself... Fine." He said. "But if I feel like I'm being...
Jared narrowed his eyes at Natalia's decision not to pay him then. He took a deep breath. "Now wait a minute. I expect some pay now that I...
(Oh my god. I thought I posted my message. So sorry!) Jared eyed the bag. He was unsure whether the contents inside were true to Natalia's word....
Jared gave a small wave to Ellia as she left. He looked at Natalia as he stood up. "What do you mean by a 'proposition'?" He asked, sternly.
"Ooh boy... Now that's a question. I would DEFINITELY hire someone. No doubt about it." He said, half relieved that Ellia asked. He sighed and...
Jared looked at Ellia. " Impress you? Where on earth did you get that assumption?" He asked, generally confused.
Jared sighed. "I should've tidied this place up beforehand..." He said, sitting down.
Jared cleaned the knife with a separate cloth and put it away. "A-Are you sure?" He asked. "You sure you don't need anything?"
Jared looked over at Ellia. "Jesus! Are you alright?" He asked, taking a surprisingly clean cloth and giving it to Ellia to put on her wound.
"Oh-kaaay... Let's not get too hasty." Jared said with a chuckle. He divided the apple between the two bowls and handed one to Ellia. "It may...
Jared had become accustomed to the smell of the food he made, so each meal just smelled to same to him. "Thanks." He eventually said, rubbing the...
"Not anymore, I guess. Once a criminal, always a criminal. Nothing can change that I guess." Jared said. Over in the corner, he could see some...
"Rhys? Yeah... It was surprising. What were his motives?" He asked. "Just to take the treasure all for himself?"
"Ruined by the Mafia. Father killed by goons. Mother fell ill and passed. Wound up here." He took a final swig before seeing that the flash was...
