He slid a small bag across the desk, carrying the quest giver's wanted item. A Phoenix feather, which had been more than a pain in the ass to get. The Phoenix had been aggressive because its mate had just laid eggs. He'd managed to pluck a tail feather without heavily injuring the massive fiery birds. As he waited for the clerk to return with his reward money, 5,000 gold, he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. Tch. How annoying. It's still better than the office, by a slim margin.
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