Alt ending:

... "Your men.. or rather your piles of dirt outside are proof enough that I am not a hitman. I am nature"

The woman paused for a long moment, digesting the scene. It was truly ruthless, and the way he had flipped from affectionate to deadly with a burst of rage. He was dangerous. This meeting was dangerous.

"Apologies, it seems I need to revise my assumptions, sir druid." the druid straitened, beginning to smirk. "However, I do not need another grunt with no regard for the value of a life. I need an assassin."

"If you do not want a brutal show, do not provoke me-"

"And I am worried about this pile of dirt here." The woman continued, brushing the fresh mound of dirt off her shoulder in what she hoped was a casual motion. "It would be a rather noticeable calling card."

"I am no simple grunt" the druid growled, his hair beginning to stand up on his neck. "I refuse to be mocked by one who would be my employer."

"Show me you can control yourself. You have proven you are deadly. You say you are Nature. I have no doubt you could hit the mark, but I don't want it to be messy. What proof can you give me that you will stick to our contract? What could Nature possibly want in this exchange?"

For a moment, the room was silent as both parties stared the other down. The hair on the druid's neck slowly flattened and he got his breathing under control. The woman stood up.

"Well, this has been a fascinating meeting, but I think I will be leaving now" she said, pushing back her chair and standing. "If I ever have a bloodthirsty brawler position open up, I will be sure to contact you. Good day." She turned and started walking to the door.

"Wait!" It was the druid's turn to put himself back together. "You are right, nature doesn't need much. But I do. I broke my stew pot earlier this month and I am sick of water pushing through the walls when it rains. There are things money can do that I simply cant. I can control myself, and I will stick to a contract."

The woman turned around, surprise evident on her face. "You want to become an assassin, for a stew pot?"

"Well... yeah"

"Huh." After an awkward pause, the woman turned back to the table and sat back down. The druid relaxed visibly, the anger and anxiety on his face only now obvious because of its absence. "Well then, now that I know what drives you: Let's negotiate."