"You ever seen servants as old as us, you damned lot?" Bronn immediately muttered. "I'd rather starve to death than serve you lot of—"
"This is only the advance payment. Your wage will be one Gold Dragon a week." Ian ignored him and continued speaking.
He had not set the price too outrageously high, since that would only arouse suspicion. Besides, for Bronn at this point, this price was already generous.
"—feed horses for stuck-up knights, shovel shit, or take off your damned boots. What did you just say? One Gold Dragon a week? Oh, Seven above, feeding horses is my favorite thing. When I was little, at my grandfather's—" Bronn made an exaggerated expression.
"I'm not interested in stories about your childhood."
"Oh, then what are you interested in? Need me to kiss your ass?"
Your grin already looks like an ass. "I need you to feed my horses well. And if necessary, I need you to slit my enemies' throats."
"A fair deal. Believe me, even if The Stranger himself stood against you, I'd stick my dagger in his assh—"
"Stop, stop, stop. Don't ever say that word in front of me again." Ian hurriedly cut Bronn off.
"As you wish."
"Ser, I can feed horses too," Cheggan quickly interjected when he saw Ian had finally stopped. "I don't need as much pay as him. I hope you'll hire me as well."
Ian really wanted to throw Bronn's earlier words right back at him. You ever seen a servant as old as yourself, you damned fool? He had recruited Bronn not because of his horse-feeding skills, but because of his sword. What did Cheggan have?
But on second thought, he really did need someone specifically responsible for the horses. So he nodded. "Your pay will only be thirty