SedentaryCobra
Outhouse Poet
Dust King - Peseo Waterfront
Dust was stunned momentarily. He cycled through several different facial expressions; confusion, disbelief, and deep thought, to name a few. He scratched the side of his face, lost in thought. The wonderful woman he had met, perhaps only an hour ago, he had become friends with, and was asking to join his caravan party. He was lost for words.
Slowly, Dust began to nod his head in agreement. "Alright. Alright. We have been missing our ninth guard for a while. Our next run was planned for Onac, so this works out very well." He looked down, lost in thought. "That should give you a chance to meet with your family, and grab anything you really need. There'll be a few matters to take care of at the guildhouse, getting a picture taken for records, a little bit of paperwork, nothing too exciting, but stuff that should get done if you're going to be traveling with us."
Jeremy, ever at attention, picked up on the new patron arriving at the bar. "Another basket of shrimp and fish then for our new patron." He prepared a similar meal to the one prepared for the previous customer, and placed it on the counter in front of her. He was momentarily befuddled by the girl staring into the distance, but upon seeing her milky, scarred eyes, he figured the result. He accepted one of the silver coins, and passed back several copper ones. "Your change." He took a moment to look her over, and furrowed his brow. "You sound like a trader, but I don't think I've seen you around here before. You from a guild, or do you fly solo? Or am I off the mark all together?" He asked in his high, scratchy voice.
Dust was stunned momentarily. He cycled through several different facial expressions; confusion, disbelief, and deep thought, to name a few. He scratched the side of his face, lost in thought. The wonderful woman he had met, perhaps only an hour ago, he had become friends with, and was asking to join his caravan party. He was lost for words.
Slowly, Dust began to nod his head in agreement. "Alright. Alright. We have been missing our ninth guard for a while. Our next run was planned for Onac, so this works out very well." He looked down, lost in thought. "That should give you a chance to meet with your family, and grab anything you really need. There'll be a few matters to take care of at the guildhouse, getting a picture taken for records, a little bit of paperwork, nothing too exciting, but stuff that should get done if you're going to be traveling with us."
Jeremy, ever at attention, picked up on the new patron arriving at the bar. "Another basket of shrimp and fish then for our new patron." He prepared a similar meal to the one prepared for the previous customer, and placed it on the counter in front of her. He was momentarily befuddled by the girl staring into the distance, but upon seeing her milky, scarred eyes, he figured the result. He accepted one of the silver coins, and passed back several copper ones. "Your change." He took a moment to look her over, and furrowed his brow. "You sound like a trader, but I don't think I've seen you around here before. You from a guild, or do you fly solo? Or am I off the mark all together?" He asked in his high, scratchy voice.