The Rattler is tired
"Yes, do take your business elsewhere. You're robbing my dear guards of the pleasure of being able to wake me," he retorts from a lying position.
The mention of the word "merc" brings him to an upright position as he rattles the bars, while laughing almost like a maniac.
"You...hear...that?" he manages to utter between bouts of frantic laughter. "He called you a merc. I wonder what that is." He is oblivious to the two men being close to blows, taunting his guards being way more fun. "Merchant? Mercer? Merciful?"
He laughs even harder and has to double over, for his stomach muscles can't take this much merriment.
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