No Questions Asked

“Heya there, warrior! Got a job that's not for some schmuck. A special order, so to speak. I need two ice picks. Don't even think about asking why or for whom, or we'll both get in big-big trouble! The main thing is, nobody can know about this. So don't even try checking the flea market or the other traders. You'll have to find everything yourself, no witnesses, got it? I've heard the right ice picks might be with Shturman, and maybe some cultists have stashed a few in their hideouts... but don't quote me on that. Not my problem anymore, but it's yours now! Get this done, and I'll hook you up with a special weapon, just for you. After the Contract Wars, these guns became rare as hell, so this is your one and only chance to get one. Don't screw it up.”

— Prapor

“Good work. But keep this to yourself, you understand?! For now, lay low and keep the prying eyes off you. My little gift will help with that.”

— Prapor