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 Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 9:48 pm
"Oh . . . " was all the Steward could manage. He suddenly seemed to shrink back under Raelise's gaze.
He swallowed heavily and slowly lowered his eyes. "I suppose while you're their, you might consider looking into that as well . . ."
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 9:56 pm
"My dear lady, you have sufficiently engendered fear in the poor man. Perhaps we should show him a bit of mercy and move on? Unless, of course, you do have more questions." Zywynran's voice lilted with its usual amusement, a wide smile having commandeered his features. Ah, but he could not have remained quiet even a moment longer! He could not bear it; the fellow looked like he might bolt from his chair.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 10:07 pm
Raelise glanced at the half-elf, regarding him blankly for a moment, and then turned back to study the steward. He did seem to be a bit upset. Oh, well. "Exactly how many dwarves are missing?" she asked. He would have plenty of time to calm down once she left.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 10:10 pm
The steward looked back and forth between the two. "Um . . . twelve . . ." He said, shrinking back a little more.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 10:20 pm
Zywynran sighed with just a bit of exaggeration and slightly shrugged his shoulders, setting off some of the small bells in his hair. He looked to the steward with a sympathetic glance that still sparkled with an amount of mirth unwarranted by the situation. My, but this woman was a tough customer. How terribly interesting! "Oh, this will be entertaining." He murmurs to himself, rubbing his chin as his gaze returns to Raelise.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 10:22 pm
Raelise's eyebrows went up. She certainly wasn't trying to intimidate this man. Perhaps he was just naturally timid. In any case, it really wasn't any business of hers. She inclined her head very slightly toward him, and then turned to face her new companions. The human woman looked competent, but she had her doubts about the bard, his inherited agility aside; he didn't look as though he would be much use in a real fight.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 11:14 am
Havicson turned again to the crowd. "Everyone! It has come to my attention that not every person here is currently equipped with everything that they may need to effectively conduct this investigation. Our armory is currently open to all of the applicants who are going to help us with this investigation. I also understand that not every person here has the money needed to purchase things, so, to those who take from our armory, if you can not pay at this time, then we will enter an agreement for a part of anything obtained while on the investigation to cover our expenses, this way, not one of you will be going into danger unarmed. Please take the time to double check your equipment to see if there is anything you may need."
He turned back and nodded to the aquisition officer aside a set of double doors.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 1:17 pm
Hope entered the garrison. She knew she was late because of church, but that was tough cookies. She rarely had the opportunity to go. Quickly she checked in and got brought up to speed on her mission.
The bard, huh? The she-elf looked like she could pull her own weight. But a bard? Someone would have to tell him he needed to ditch the bells and colors or she would personally see to it that HE was ditched. She was not about to put her life needlessly in danger.
She relaxed. If this man Havicson was as good as he seemed, it would get taken care of. She knew her equipment was fine, but she sat down to double check anyway. It never hurt to check and it could save a life.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 2:56 pm
The armory was well stocked, but it was obvious that it was all of average quality. Weapons, sheilds, armor.
Also more basic equipment. Adventuring gear, ropes and the like. Every mercenary was also given medical gear.
Havicson walked up to Hope. "I see the way you look at the Bard. Its nothing personal." He laughed at the look Hope gave him. "If there is one thing I understand, its tactics. Believe me, he will come in useful."
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 6:07 pm
Walking over to the line and humming a tune composed of both high, and low notes although the tune seemed to fit, Kale slid into line looking around at all the mercs. Continuing to hum his tune Kale caught a word of a conversation between the steward and the colorful elf, and another woman. Leaning in to get better wind of the conversation Kale heard something about spiders... the size... of dogs.. AND HORSES?! Shivering in his armor clearly not because of the cold Kale pulled out his rosary muttering a prayer about not confronting such monsters.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 8:48 pm
The Dwarven merc in front of Kale looked at him oddly. "What're ye about? If you're gonna be snivilin' and wimperin' what are you doing here?" He snorted and turned back mumbling. "I swear if he ends up with me he'll have to man up."
He mumbled a little more and turned around again. "Now listen here, ye. If we end up together and ye get me killed, I'm gonna comeback and haunt yer whole family line, dead or not!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 9:36 pm
Oblivious to the doubting glances of his companions, or at the very least putting on quite the display of being oblivious, Zywynran left the steward to his fate and made his way to the armory. He had come equipped for his own personal protection, of course, but such goods as rope, bedding and torches he did not have. He seldom had much money and certainly would have to make arrangements to pay at a later date, so it was with slow deliberation that Zywynran considered his needs and what he could do without.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 10:13 pm
The requisitions officer was more than accommodating. After Zywynran had picked out what he needed, the requisitions officer looked it over once. "Let's see, bedding, 3 torches, and 100 feet of rope, comes too . . . 3 silver and 6 copper. Lets see, 5% of all found, with a 10% interest until payed, assuming that you cannot make payment sooner. Sound fair?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 11:08 pm
Zywynran looked at what he had gathered, then to the requisitions officer. He had not yet actually approached the man as he had not spoken to his compatriots, but since the offer was made, he may as well ask any questions he had now. "And if five percent greatly exceeds the worth of the items?" Well, he was a near starving artist; it stood to reason that he would quibble over money. Especially money that would likely come in the form of items, was not yet in his possession and would have to be split three ways before he saw any of it give weight to his pockets.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 5:57 pm
[[Oops, sorry, I misunderstood you last post then.]]
"We only take what is owed. If the 5% exceeds the worth, than we only take the worth of the items plus the 10%." He nodded at another mecenary that was paying for his items. "Does that sound acceptable?"
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