Stellbrechta

Good evening. I have a job for you. You look exactly like a target of mine. I need you to pose as them for a day, so I can sneak in and rid the world of the real one. My apologies, but you can not refuse this task. For example if you do, I'll just have to replace my mask with a copy of the skin from your face. She puts a blade to your chin. You just have to stand in town, and hand out gold to the poor by the fountain. You can keep a bit of it for yourself. She lowers her blade.