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Serdian republic wrote:

"M-My name well, it's uhm... Camille Benjamin Wilhelm Sir." The young Serdian man replied. "And yeah, I'm here for some honest work, what's it to ya pard?" Benny said, frowning slightly as he looked at the greasy manager ahead of him, placing his bag against the man's desk and taking a seat on the little wooden stool in front of the desk.

'Honest work. Yeah sure. The gullible ones are always the easiest to con into signing.' Gerwald thought to himself before putting on a smile usually reserved for crooked car salesmen. "Well why didn't ya say so? I've been thinking of expanding operations soon enough anyway." He then grabs a contract from a drawer in his desk, one with a suspicious amount of small practically illegible lettering. "Just sign here and we'll get you started kid."