Muscle.

Artur had no idea what was waiting inside his ancestral home, and he didn't like going in unprepared. However there was no guarantee the mayor would know anything, what he needed was some muscle to help him get through whatever lurked in that shadowed manor.

Leaving the abbey, he made his way toward the Coach House to see if any mercenaries had come to the hamlet. Near the edge of town sat a small building, and large enclosed stable. Horses and carriages would be in the stable, but the small structure would have the proprietor. Walking into the building he glanced around the small lobby. A large counter split the room in half. A doorway exiting out each side, on his side of the counter, while a door led outward beyond the counter.

Behind the counter sat a lovely woman, with short black hair, deep blue eyes, and huge round breasts. Her breasts were bare, with silver bells dangling form her nipple piercings “Good evening traveler, how was your trip.” The woman asked in a soft dulcet voice.

“Terrible. My Coach broke a wheel and flipped killing the driver, and injuring the mercenary I had hired.

“Sad news.” The woman smiled softly. “My name is Rose, I run this Coaching House. News has traveled about our quaint little town, and mercenaries have begun to flood in. Those looking for a job, can wait in the next room, or I can post your application on the hiring board.” The busty woman gestured to the room to his right. “If you decide you need to leave, I can book you a coach, and you can wait in our departing waiting room.” She gestured to his left.

“My name is Artur Croft.” He replied, watching her closely to judge her reaction.

“I should have guessed based on your dark and frightening armor.” Rose smiled, causing the bounty hunter to wonder if she was teasing him. “Unfortunately, your manor has become, overrun, as has this entire area. Reclaiming your birthright will be more difficult then you might have anticipated. I have two mercenaries in the waiting room, if you would like to hire them.

Artur nodded intending to go have a look. Though he couldn't help but trace her lovely figure with his eyes. Oh how he and his father enjoyed their decadence.