"Okay, bring me the knife."
"What? I thought you had it."
"It's your knife! Why would I have it?
"So how are we going to cut the cake now?.."
Jerome and Kurda had this little argument for hours.
After the argument was over...
"Okay, that was quite a good display, so do you have the darts?"
"What? I thought you had it."
"Don't start, just give me your darts.
Kurda took the darts from Jerome, his accuracy was so precise that he hit his target - in the eye. The target's name was Dan. Dan screamed in agony for a few moments, then dropped. Dead.
Dan was the leader of their assassination group. He threatened to turn them in if they decide to quit.
The assassins fled quickly, but it was too late, a guard found him and sent them to the courthouse. The judge knew of them, and for their murder against the leader seemed to lighten his deal. However, they probably would have died anyway. Both were sent to exile across the desert.
"Damn you, if it weren't for you joining up, we wouldn't have been here!"
"Shut up, it's your fault for convincing me to join!"
The quarrel went on for a week. Once they were far enough, they stopped arguing and laughed. Their first obligation now was to find a place to live.
"Have you ever read 'The Juggernaut'?"
"Yes I have, but I don't think this is the time to make analogies."
Finally the two found a suitable location to set up a village. Now all they needed was a lord...
"We're going to be up all night again, aren't we?"
"How about no, you can take the job, just give me 90% of your pay."
The two smiled and agreed to 50-50 and they started to construct a keep.