Sirrus
10-05-07, 11:01 AM
((Open quest. If someone wants to the the one the items are reserved for, PM me.))
"Don't let anyone look," Bild said with a crooked squint and a poignantly raised finger. "Especially not those hammer-damned elfs."
Sirrus could only smile at the old squarehead's xenophobia as he sat on a large crate in the hold of a trade galleon loaded with Alerarian goods. The three crates nearest him were under his charge: one under him, one at his back, and one at the junction between the two; an L shape. The box below was mostly goods made by Bild himself from raw materials prospected by Sirrus.
"Haah..." he sighed with satisfaction, slouching against the higher crate and folding his hands behind his head. "Where would that old flint be without me? Scared of water but not giants, honestly." A smirk.
Opening his eyes, he took another look - what was it, forty now? - about the hold. Chock full, which would make for a hard time selling when the ship finally put to port. "Might be there a while..." The idea did some damage to his mood; Sirrus had no liking of the draconic or elven attitudes: the latter was too stuffy and steeped in tradition while the former were just a pack of greedy half-monsters. Still, the rumours of the regions advancements in alchemy pulled at his curiosity. Up to now he'd only dabbled as necessary for tuning his equipment, slim experience indeed. He'd gone as far as he believed he could as an appraiser and cartographer however, and had no desire to return to thieving. The appeal of formal alchemic study grew stronger as the leagues went by.
To pass the time, Sirrus reviewed the inventory sheet for the second time today, paying special attention to Bild's merchandise, the goods he'd be in charge of selling.
20 Iron Chestplates
5 Full Helms w/ space for crest
50 pair Leather Greaves
5 pair Studded Leather Greaves
10 Longswords
30 Spears
3 Blunderbuss w/ 25 shot ea. -reserved-
1 Scissor Katar -reserved-
150 unit Glampowder
50 unit Steel Ingot
The nature of the list bothered him with each review, the apprehension undiminished by familiarity. Someone was making for a fight, likely someone who used a scissor katar. Probably one of those blasted lizards.
"Heh, starting to sound like old Bildy," he mused, tucking the list away again. No point in checking the boxes, he did that last time he read the list and had been right here since then.
Sirrus dug into his satchel, pulling out some writing materials and beginning to draw a map of the hold. It was a soothing process that took his mind off feisty dragons.
"Won't be long now..." he parroted from a crewman he'd asked earlier. In shipwright's terms, not long was a couple days, not the few hours he was expecting.
"Don't let anyone look," Bild said with a crooked squint and a poignantly raised finger. "Especially not those hammer-damned elfs."
Sirrus could only smile at the old squarehead's xenophobia as he sat on a large crate in the hold of a trade galleon loaded with Alerarian goods. The three crates nearest him were under his charge: one under him, one at his back, and one at the junction between the two; an L shape. The box below was mostly goods made by Bild himself from raw materials prospected by Sirrus.
"Haah..." he sighed with satisfaction, slouching against the higher crate and folding his hands behind his head. "Where would that old flint be without me? Scared of water but not giants, honestly." A smirk.
Opening his eyes, he took another look - what was it, forty now? - about the hold. Chock full, which would make for a hard time selling when the ship finally put to port. "Might be there a while..." The idea did some damage to his mood; Sirrus had no liking of the draconic or elven attitudes: the latter was too stuffy and steeped in tradition while the former were just a pack of greedy half-monsters. Still, the rumours of the regions advancements in alchemy pulled at his curiosity. Up to now he'd only dabbled as necessary for tuning his equipment, slim experience indeed. He'd gone as far as he believed he could as an appraiser and cartographer however, and had no desire to return to thieving. The appeal of formal alchemic study grew stronger as the leagues went by.
To pass the time, Sirrus reviewed the inventory sheet for the second time today, paying special attention to Bild's merchandise, the goods he'd be in charge of selling.
20 Iron Chestplates
5 Full Helms w/ space for crest
50 pair Leather Greaves
5 pair Studded Leather Greaves
10 Longswords
30 Spears
3 Blunderbuss w/ 25 shot ea. -reserved-
1 Scissor Katar -reserved-
150 unit Glampowder
50 unit Steel Ingot
The nature of the list bothered him with each review, the apprehension undiminished by familiarity. Someone was making for a fight, likely someone who used a scissor katar. Probably one of those blasted lizards.
"Heh, starting to sound like old Bildy," he mused, tucking the list away again. No point in checking the boxes, he did that last time he read the list and had been right here since then.
Sirrus dug into his satchel, pulling out some writing materials and beginning to draw a map of the hold. It was a soothing process that took his mind off feisty dragons.
"Won't be long now..." he parroted from a crewman he'd asked earlier. In shipwright's terms, not long was a couple days, not the few hours he was expecting.