Cardin walked slowly off the boat after arriving in Vinland. Heading into the town known as Aurnion, he smiled. After traveling for months he'd decided to make his way to Vinland. A good friend of his had come from here, and he had never been, so he'd decided to make the journey. He had hitched a ride with a sailor carrying goods, in return for protection. Cardin had agreed, but no one had attacked the ship, so he had gotten a free ride, in a way. He shook hands and parted ways with the captain, and walked toward the center of the town. People were rushing around purchasing goods, chasing trouble-making children and the like. Cardin chuckled. He remembered the days when he'd lived with his parents in the village, until that dreadful day. He used some gold to replenish his provisions, buying a couple loves of bread from the local baker. He decided to find the local inn for the evening, and after speaking to a few of the denizens of the village he was able to pinpoint it's location. He rented a room for the evening and headed up to inspect it. Everything seemed nice enough. He was eager to meet more of the taguel race, but it was noon and he was getting hungry. He returned to the base floor of the inn and ordered some food, and waited. He became lost in his thoughts and before long his food had arrived. He dug in happily, excited for his new journey to begin.
Gerald inhaled deeply as he stepped off the vessel he used to travel here, and reveled in the smell of smoke and hay which was discernible even from his location. "I'll tell ya what." He said, elbowing another crew member lightly. "The smell o' salt is nice, but it is even nicer to return to town with a ship full of profit." The other man nodded stiffly, passing Gerald with a crate.
"As you say, captain". He replied, setting the box down with an audible thud as he beckoned to other men on board. "Well unload the crates and send you the cut when we're done. Standard time off?"
"Of course." Gerald said easily, smiling. "If you ever need to find me, you'll know where I'll be at." With those final parting words, the pirate strode swiftly through Aurnion. A few of the Taguel gave him strange looks, but the merchants recognized him almost immediately and greeted him as he passed. His destination was the inn - the only one in town. The innkeeper would have saved him the best room unless he sold out, which was highly unlikely. Gerald sighed and cracked his neck. Nothing like a few connections and well placed bribes to smoothen out a day, especially after sleeping at sea for the past few weeks. The income gained from the excursion should be enough for his crew and himself to lay low for a bit. None of the human authorities would come to Vinland, half out of fear of the natives and half out of lack of any true authority.
A short glance to the sky told Gerald it was about noon, the perfect time as he was strolling in through the establishments doors as he checked. It didn't have the food a true tavern might have, but it would do for the moment. The downstairs area was mostly clear, save for a few patrons clustered in the corner and a lone man just starting to dig into his food. He sat two seats down from him, next to the innkeeper himself, who quickly began preparing a plate as soon as he saw Gerald.