*Roan is in his office with two Chemi-Cron Kitanian Bodyguards with him*
Bodyguard A: Uh.. Boss? Your friend the Bandit Leader has been captured by some bounty hunter.
Roan: Again?! Let me guess, it's the same guy that captured my fellow Orcs?
Bodyguard B: Yep.
Roan: Rats! I'll never gonna make Poison Potions at this rate. The profits are way low. Same as last month. BAM! If this keeps up, we're done for. How are we going to make people buy our products so they can kill themselves?! What?!
Bodyguard B: Perhaps I have an idea. Why not hire a hitman to exterminate the bounty hunter?
Roan: *snaps fingers* You!
Bodyguard B: Huh?
Roan: Promotion.
Bodyguard B: Oh my god! YOU TAKEN MY IDEA WELL?!
Roan: Yes. Now go find the assassin to.. Or should I say, call the assassin and he'll or she'll kick the poop out of his misery.
Bodyguard A: Right. *calls "someone"* Hello? I want an assassin to take care of the meddling "human"
???: BAH! Humans are a disgrace to our superior intellect. I need an offer first.
Bodyguard A: 5,000,000 Coins. Deal?
???: Good. I'll send him over.