"Civilized" people called her a murderer. The wanted posters, town criers and the semi-scandalized townsfolk who gossipped about her called her the Red Whore.
 
Both titles amused her. The former because it was inaccurate; the latter because it was very accurate indeed. She was no murderer, at least not in her own mind. A murderer, she felt, would be one who took another's life against their will.
 
The Red Whore took lives, certainly... because her "victims" ask

"I'm in!"
 
 
"Wait until you hear what the job is, first."
 
 
"I saw the reward. A thousand platinum? That's all I NEED to hear: I'm in!"
 
 
Belgia rolled her eyes. She was very fond of her comrad Mithinie, but the leather-clad elfish rogue had a deeply un-elf-like impulsive streak.
 
 
They were drinking in the Tarred Bard, a tavern of the sort that kept a job board for itinerant adventures... which their party of