“Listen, lady, maybe you don’t know how this works. But I’m muscle for hire. A strongman. You give me the name of someone you want hurt, and I hurt him. You pay me half up front and the other half once it’s done. That’s it. I’m not a guardsmith. I don’t protect no one. I hurt them.” He mimes snapping a bone in two. Danger flashes in his eyes. Is it wrong that it’s kind of hot? Never mind. Not the point.
