Dinner Guests (Open)

[Sergeo]

Sergeo was just eager to get going to the merchant and not nearly as concerned about the cargo that he would be expected to protect as Hugo was. Even thou the three of them just met, Venford seemed like someone who wouldn't associate himself with something dirty or illicit and no slavers or bandits he know would ride on something as a ostentatious as a flying mount, much less something as prideful looking as a griffon. He just seemed to much of a goodie-goodie.

Hugo also seemed more judgemental of Sergeo's character than he would have thought to as well as the words "belly aching" hit Sergeo's ears with a indignant punch to his ego. He stifled to say a retort at the big oaf, only looking at the hunter with a sharp glare before taking care of what was left of his campfire. "So we are all in agreement on this arrangement?" he said snuffing out the remaining embers. "We will meet back up with the merchant in two days and be off to Lycia." Yet another place he had only heard of thanks to his time in the academy, but it was of little consequence to him. He was certain that any thugs would still burst into flames if he threw a fireball at them. With the campfire taken care of and most traces of human life being taken care of, the wandering mage walked up casually to Prince and looked the big bird in one of its big eyes. "So is Prince going to be alright with both of us riding on top of him?"

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Hugo was interested, but he wasn't sold. He seemed like a rather cautious man...perhaps it came with age? Either way Venford couldn't exactly blame the man for being that way. Even he himself had put in good effort to appear more cautious. However there wasn't exactly anything sketchy about the job he was talking about. The merchant was simple, not some secret slave trader or anything of the sort, and he just wanted to cross from Etruria into Lycia for business.

"All I can say is that the merchant wants to cross from Etruria to Lycia, and he'll pay well for a good escort. It's a fairly simple job, and the merchant's not dirty or anything, so it's all legal. There's really not that much more to it, honest!" Venford said with a small smile before he stretched his arms. The redhead turned towards Prince and gently pet the griffon's head. Prince was usually rather quiet and composed, but he was still proud of the griff for behaving as such.

As Sergeo approached him Venford gave a small nod and chuckled. "Yeah, he can handle two people on his back. For short distances like this, anyway, and I wouldn't recommend having an extra person on him during combat or anything. Just...make sure to hold onto me for support, and not him. Really, he doesn't like having his feathers grabbed at."

After that explanation Venford mounted the griffon, getting himself settled on the saddle before offering Sergeo a hand to climb up and join him. All the while he turned his gaze towards the older hunter. "So, will we be meeting you at the inn? He either leaves tomorrow or the next day, and when he leaves the job starts."

[Hugo]

An honest merchant. Ha! That's rich. There isn't a merchant alive who hasn't dabbled in the arts of a con. You simply cannot survive in this world with out being a little bit dirty. Hugo gave a small smirk at the red head's naivety. Hugo knew only one thing in this world and that was that people only looked out for themselves or their own. Honesty and Charity were just thinly veiled disguises in order to make yourself look good. Hugo was mildly annoyed that the sage put out the campfire. The older hunter was going to use that fire to camp out here himself while the other two went out of their way into town.

"Yes. I will meet you at the inn in the morning." He spoke with a slight tint of annoyance in his voice. He kept his expression neutral. He did not like to repeat himself. And to be perfectly honest these two were starting to get on his nerves. He disliked incompetent people. Between a mage who could barely feed himself and a griffon rider who seemed a bit too trusting of strangers he was not sure which one of the two annoyed him the most. But, despite his issues with these two they did manage to give him some valuable information. Information he would eventually relay back towards his family in the Western Isles. Perhaps they could make something of these new creatures, either skin them for their pelts, or catch them to sell.

Ooc- Since the second thread has started. I assume that this one is done and ended.