The newcomer studied them for a moment, then shrugged and lurched his way over to their table.
“Thank’s for the invite.” he said, dropping heavily into a seat. “It’s more than I expected. Whoever said ‘No one likes a loser’ sure knew what they were talking about.”
“First thing’s first.” Pookie said and waved the barmaid over.
After another round had been ordered and delivered, including a large flagon of ale for the guest, the three settled into conversation.
“Thanks again.” the warrior said, taking a long draught from his flagon. “Truth to tell, I was trying to decide between having a drink or getting a room. The war chest is about tapped out after paying the healers. By the way, the name’s Trog.”
“Pookie and Spyder here.” Pookie said, indicating who was who with a wave of her hand. “Looks like you’re coming off a rough job.”
“Darn near got my head handed to me.” Trog said, taking another drink. “Sounded easy going in, but they all do until you’re up against it.”
“What was the job, anyway?” Pookie said. “You look to me like someone who could handle most anything and anybody.”
“It was one of those ‘Kill or scare off the beast that’s terrorizing the countryside’ deals.” Trog explained. “This time around, it was a Hefalump. Never tangled with one before, but like you say, I can handle most things without much problem.”
“Don’t tell me, let me guess.” Pookie said. “No money up front. Just a reward if you’re successful. Right?”
“Got it in one.” The warrior confirmed. “That’s where the ‘It always looks easy going in’ part caught up with me.”
“Where was this anyway? Around here or another dimension?”
Trog leaned back in his seat and studied them with narrowed eyes.
“Not to sound ungrateful,” he said carefully, “but you’re asking a lot of questions. More than one might expect from casual curiosity. What’s you’re interest in all this?”
“It’s no big secret.” Pookie shrugged. “We’re in the same line of work as you and looking for a job. Since it sounds like your last find is still open and from the looks of things you won’t be up to trying it again for a while, we might just look into it ourselves if the pay’s right.”
Trog set his flagon down with a loud think.
“And what makes you think two females could pull it off when I couldn’t?” he demanded.
“For one thing, as you pointed out, there are two of us.” Pookie smiled. “And don’t down check us because we’re female. We’ve been around for a while and are still here. A lot who went up against us aren’t.”
Trog started to say something, the stopped and cocked his head.
“Wait a minute.” he said. “A Klahd and a Pervect working together? Are you two Aahz and Skeeve?”
Spyder choked on her drink.
“Right linage, wrong gender.” Pookie said. “Like I said, we’re Spyder and Pookie.
We know Aahz and Skeeve, though.”
“You do?” Trog said, visibly impressed.
“Yeah. We worked with them on our last job.” Spyder put in, wiping her chin.
“Let me handle this, little sister.” Pookie said with a warning glance. “Since you seem to have heard of them, Trog, you should know that if we can hold our own free-lancing with the M.Y.T.H. Inc. crew, we might stand a chance with your Hefalump.”
“Got to agree with you there.” Trog said. “That gang has be tough rep.”
“So where is the job you were talking about?”
“It’s on a backwater dimension. Rinky-dink.”
“That bad, huh?”
“No. That’s the name of the dimension. Rinky-dink. I’ll give you directions if you’ll spot me another round.”
* * *
“Really, Spyder, dear,” Pookie said, “You have to be more careful about what you say and who you say it to.”
“But I didn’t say anything!” Spyder protested. “I did what you told me. I kept my mouth shut and let you take the lead.”
“…Except when you mentioned that we had done out last job with Aahz and Skeeve.”
her companion pointed out.
“What’s wrong with that?” Spyder said. “He seemed really impressed. Besides, you were the one who mentioned that we knew them.”
“That we knew them. Not that we had just worked with them.” Pookie pointed out.
“Think about it. The reason he was impressed is that Skeeve’s crew has a rep for drawing the high end, high pay jobs.”
“So?”
“…So if we just worked with them, then it’s not too big of a logic step to figure that we’ve got more than a bit of money on us. Not exactly the wisest thing to mention in front of an adventurer who just botched a job and is admittedly short of cash.”
Spyder stopped short.
“You mean he might have tried to take it away from us?”
“There’s always that chance.” Pookie said with a shrug. “I believe I mentioned that most adventurers are some form of thief. Not to worry, though. I kept an eye behind us when we left the tavern. He doesn’t seem to be following us.”
Spyder threw a quick glance behind them. Obviously, the possibility of them being followed hadn’t occurred to her until just now. Pookie pretended not to notice.
“Well…we probably could have taken him if he tried anything.” she said with firm confidence.
“Probably.” Pookie agreed. “Still, there’s no need to stir up trouble unnecessarily. Remember we’re professionals, dear. We’re not supposed to fight for free. Ah! This should be the place just ahead.”
Spyder hung back, slowing her pace.
“Explain to me again, Pookie. Why is it we’re going to talk to the sheriff?”
“Since we’re pretty much legit this time around, it doesn’t hurt to check in with the local law.” her partner said.
“Never did like talking to the law.” Spyder scowled. “It doesn’t ever seem to work out to my advantage. In fact, I usually end up in trouble.”
“That might be because you were usually in trouble before you talked to them.”
Pookie said, sweetly. “Look at it this way, little sister. From what we’ve heard this job is going to involve us working the countryside. That’s never been my favorite setting, since it’s invariably full of things that go squish when you step on them and bite you when you’re trying to sleep. If at all possible, I’d like to know what or who else will be out there with us. All we need is a bunch of trigger happy bounty hunters that let fly at anything that moves. The sheriff here should be able to tell us should be able to supply us with that information if we ask him nice. So smile pretty and let me take the lead again.”
The office they entered was small and cluttered, with empty wineskins and half-eaten plates of food scattered here and there. It was dominated, though, by the sheriff.
He was stocky with a noticeable bulge around his waist line, and outfitted in a wrinkled ranger uniform that looked like he slept in it. That suspicion was easily confirmed, by the fact that he was currently sitting behind his desk with his head down on his arms, snoring nasally.
Spyder looked at Pookie with her eyebrows raised. Her partner responded with a shrug and a roll of her eyes before clearing her throat.
“Um…Excuse me. Sheriff? Are you the sheriff?”
The man lurched upright, blinking dazedly. He did a slight double-take when he realized the nature of his company and wiped a grubby hand over his face and beard, forcing a smile.
“Sorry.” he mumbled. “Long night and a slow day. So…What can I do to help you…ladies?”
“We’ve heard that you’ve been having some problems with a Hefalump.” Pookie said.
“Thought we might give a shot at going after it…if the price is right.”