Mercenaries, Clerics, and Hangovers
Feb 22, 2010 20:03:44 GMT -6
Post by Garnet on Feb 22, 2010 20:03:44 GMT -6
That settled it. They were all going to need money sooner or later. Sooner rather than later. If you're not working, you're starving... All those myths about massive amounts of money to be made were just that as far as Garnet could tell. Myths.
But this job, as long as it would prove to be, could really serve their needs for the present. Triple was quite a high price, but if this man believed that Ostia was gone... If Ostia was gone though, and there was danger of that kind to the north-west then the price was nowhere near high enough.
The others seemed onboard with it so Garnet decided that he would go along with it as well.
"Alright." Garnet drawled, "Looks like you've got yourself some mercs, Sir. What is it you need taken. And where to specifically?"
The man bobbed his head in thanks and looked rather relieved. "Wellser, derr's a town abouts two day's trafel souf of Delphier, on da rode. Wen yoo ge' derr, ask fer Georgio. Tell'im dat Uncle Sarek is ok. and dat He hopes ta git back after da resta da booklets sell."
Garnet took grabbed a piece of paper and started scribbling out the instructions. "Is that all?"
"Yesser. But ya must make haste. I want dat mersage to get'ta them as soon as ca' be manged."
Man, Some people just make you want to hit them with a dictionary. Garnet thought to himself, stealing a phrase he'd heard elsewhere before.
"Well then. We can leave..." Garnet looked around at his fellows. No time like the present. "...This afternoon. All that's left now is payment" The red headed merc leveled a gaze at the man. Part of hiring a merc was paying him.
The man mumbled under his breath for a moment, but quickly spoke up. "Well...uh...I can pay you dis much now." He showed a bag of about 150 gold pieces. "Georgio has the rest of da money."
"Payment on delivery?" Garnet sighed. Unfortunate, but understandable... "Alright then. It's decided." Garnet took the bag of coins and plopped it on the counter nearby. "Rest easy. We'll get it there."
The man bobbed his head in thanks again before muttering something indestinguishable, and scurrying away.
Garnet left the bag on the table for a moment, before looking towards the green haired man across past Francis. "Well, you got a name? If you're planning on coming, I'd like to know it... I'm known as Garnet. This is Francis." He dumped the gold out and started counting it out into piles. It would be fair to divide it three ways, but only if there was in fact three of them.
But this job, as long as it would prove to be, could really serve their needs for the present. Triple was quite a high price, but if this man believed that Ostia was gone... If Ostia was gone though, and there was danger of that kind to the north-west then the price was nowhere near high enough.
The others seemed onboard with it so Garnet decided that he would go along with it as well.
"Alright." Garnet drawled, "Looks like you've got yourself some mercs, Sir. What is it you need taken. And where to specifically?"
The man bobbed his head in thanks and looked rather relieved. "Wellser, derr's a town abouts two day's trafel souf of Delphier, on da rode. Wen yoo ge' derr, ask fer Georgio. Tell'im dat Uncle Sarek is ok. and dat He hopes ta git back after da resta da booklets sell."
Garnet took grabbed a piece of paper and started scribbling out the instructions. "Is that all?"
"Yesser. But ya must make haste. I want dat mersage to get'ta them as soon as ca' be manged."
Man, Some people just make you want to hit them with a dictionary. Garnet thought to himself, stealing a phrase he'd heard elsewhere before.
"Well then. We can leave..." Garnet looked around at his fellows. No time like the present. "...This afternoon. All that's left now is payment" The red headed merc leveled a gaze at the man. Part of hiring a merc was paying him.
The man mumbled under his breath for a moment, but quickly spoke up. "Well...uh...I can pay you dis much now." He showed a bag of about 150 gold pieces. "Georgio has the rest of da money."
"Payment on delivery?" Garnet sighed. Unfortunate, but understandable... "Alright then. It's decided." Garnet took the bag of coins and plopped it on the counter nearby. "Rest easy. We'll get it there."
The man bobbed his head in thanks again before muttering something indestinguishable, and scurrying away.
Garnet left the bag on the table for a moment, before looking towards the green haired man across past Francis. "Well, you got a name? If you're planning on coming, I'd like to know it... I'm known as Garnet. This is Francis." He dumped the gold out and started counting it out into piles. It would be fair to divide it three ways, but only if there was in fact three of them.