Mercenary For Hire Ad:

Greetings, I'm the Halfling Alchemist,
I will charge a fortune for my services
For Kings and Queens know my
Worth has no equivalency,

You heard me, I'm the merc you need
If you seek a seat with the big leagues,
I ain't even gotta do much, wills quit
And wings get clipped when I swing
By battlefields,

I'm the glass ceiling, guaranteed
To be the last man standing
When it's all over with,
Ask even my critics,

Rage against the machine all they need
But for their sake they watch their deeds
When they step to it's architect,

There's a hearse for every mistake,
Your fate if my tokens not ready
When I come to collect,

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_{Proof Of Self.}

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