While eating, Silent jerks his thumb towards the notice and says to the barkeep: What's the deal with the caravan to Felderwin? Notice says to ask you - we might have some business here, how soon are they leaving?
Just a local merchant I know. She doesn't like the Zhelezo, or any of the big merc groups. She's not dishonest, just... picky. She wants to leave as soon as she finds two guards she's happy with - so far, no-one's met her standards. You interested?
You wait in the common room of the Loyal Warrior as the bartender calls a young human from the back of the tavern and sends him running out with a message.
Perhaps two hours later, as it's getting close to sunset, the young man returns, escorting a female halfling who looks middle-aged; she's wearing a rather dirty apron, but otherwise her clothes mark her as reasonably well off. By now, most of the tables in the tavern have patrons eating and drinking, so the woman goes over to the elf at the bar, and he points to your table.
The woman walks over, and the young man hastily puts a cushion on one of the chairs. The halfling sits, and regards you both with an intense gaze and slight smiles. She offers her hand to Magnum first. Firstly, I'm Hanna. And you are?
Whatever you need for the job, Miss.Silent says, cracking a grin. I hear you're looking for guards that ain't carrying the baggage of the larger factions. You'll find no lonelier drifters than the two of us... and none more honest, either.
Apologies, ma'am. My friend is employing colloquial language. He's saying we have no ties to local organizations like the Zhelezo and that we can be trusted.
Silent leans forward in his seat. Forget the damned Zhelezo and your question.We'll work as guards for you. You pay us what it says on that notice, we keep you and your goods safe on the road to Felderwin. We have a deal or not?
Glad you said it, Magnum. Silent stands up. You asked why we're lonely? Figure it out on the road to Felderwin while we guard you from giant killer hyenas. Or not. We're headed north either way.
To Magnum: It's late but I'm planning on heading to the Restless Wharf to talk with the Zhelezo.
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The elf, who turns out to be both bartender and innkeeper, disappears into the back and returns shortly with some fish stew. It's excellent.
While eating, Silent jerks his thumb towards the notice and says to the barkeep: What's the deal with the caravan to Felderwin? Notice says to ask you - we might have some business here, how soon are they leaving?
Just a local merchant I know. She doesn't like the Zhelezo, or any of the big merc groups. She's not dishonest, just... picky. She wants to leave as soon as she finds two guards she's happy with - so far, no-one's met her standards. You interested?
It's concurrent with where we're heading, so it would be convenient. What sort of standards need met?
I don't know, for certain. Something about honour and honesty? You'd need to ask her. Shall I set up a meeting?
I’m interested. Silent?
Yeah, I'm game.
You wait in the common room of the Loyal Warrior as the bartender calls a young human from the back of the tavern and sends him running out with a message.
Perhaps two hours later, as it's getting close to sunset, the young man returns, escorting a female halfling who looks middle-aged; she's wearing a rather dirty apron, but otherwise her clothes mark her as reasonably well off. By now, most of the tables in the tavern have patrons eating and drinking, so the woman goes over to the elf at the bar, and he points to your table.
The woman walks over, and the young man hastily puts a cushion on one of the chairs. The halfling sits, and regards you both with an intense gaze and slight smiles. She offers her hand to Magnum first. Firstly, I'm Hanna. And you are?
I'm Magnum. This is Silent.
Silent raises a hand. Swords for hire, with honour and all that.
All what? she asks Silent.
Whatever you need for the job, Miss. Silent says, cracking a grin. I hear you're looking for guards that ain't carrying the baggage of the larger factions. You'll find no lonelier drifters than the two of us... and none more honest, either.
You don't need to carry baggage, Hanna replies. I have a cart. Why are you lonely?
Apologies, ma'am. My friend is employing colloquial language. He's saying we have no ties to local organizations like the Zhelezo and that we can be trusted.
Silent glances at Magnum and then just stares at the woman with his eyebrows raised.
Ties to the Zhelezo? You are lonely because you have no such ties? Is that what you mean? I'm not certain how this answers my question.
Silent leans forward in his seat. Forget the damned Zhelezo and your question. We'll work as guards for you. You pay us what it says on that notice, we keep you and your goods safe on the road to Felderwin. We have a deal or not?
She's beginning to look very unhappy. I will certainly not forget my question. Such a strange idea. My question remains.
Magnum looks at Silent. I don’t believe any amount of money is worth dealing with this kind of interaction on a regular basis.
Glad you said it, Magnum. Silent stands up. You asked why we're lonely? Figure it out on the road to Felderwin while we guard you from giant killer hyenas. Or not. We're headed north either way.
To Magnum: It's late but I'm planning on heading to the Restless Wharf to talk with the Zhelezo.