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Borric Hawkins, Male Human Fighter

Borric follows the others off the ship. He nudges the witch in jest, "Syl, I am not sure I want to know about the sexual activities of the lizardfolk when making a port call. You have strange tastes, my friend."

"But, I am willing to listen to the business proposal. Lead on, lass!
"

The fighter realizes he still has the goblet in hand and polishes off the rest of the wine it, silently promising himself to return the cup later.

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 23 (26 with shield, 24 flat-footed, 13 Touch)
HP: 39 Current: 43
CMB: +7 CMD: 20 (22 vs. Trip/Disarm) Fort: +6 Reflex: +3 Will: +2 (+3 vs. Fear)
Conditions in Effect: none

Current Weapon in Hand: Wine goblet
Chakram: 2/2 MWK & 6/6 Cold Iron remaining
Light Hammers: 2/2 remaining[/sblock]___________________________

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Borric Hawkins
 

When asked a rail-thin sailor with a thick scar above his left eye points down the dock.

"Tha Eel is docked jus' pas' tha Maid, nex' ta tha Fearless."

Though his directions aren't particularly helpful the group have little trouble finding Sekmun's ship. The dock next to the ship has a number of sailors and dockhands clearing away the remains of several shattered crates. That mess and the frayed and dangling rope rigged to unload cargo stand testament to the cause of the morning's chaos.

Sekmun himself sits in the sun eyes narrowed to slits as he surveys the clean-up and continued unloading of his cargo. A human officer, presumably of the Eel, continually manages to get in the way and slow the workers down as he barks his orders.

As the group approaches Sekmun the lizardfolk stretches his arms wide in welcome and speaks.

"Ah! Welcome to these rickety streets of barely controlled chaos!"

[sblock=OOC]I'll be traveling again this weekend, Friday through Sunday, and won't have internet access to post. Afterwards my schedule clears up a little bit and I'll be able to be a little more consistent.[/sblock]
 
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Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer

Nathan chuckles. "Well, I can certainly appreciate chaos," he says with a smile. "Though one hopes she's solid enough to keep from sinking."
 

"Greetings again Sekmun!" the gnome smiles. "You mentioned earlier, a matter where you might need our skills. If this is convenient time, perhaps we could discuss what you have in mind?"
 

Borric Hawkins, Male Human Fighter

Borric looks at the apparently incompetent human officer getting in the way. He mutters to Syl, "Take a look at that, drek for brains. You think he might be aid to be a hindrance on purpose?"

The fighter grins a welcome to the lizardman, but decides to keep his mouth shut. He doesn't like being called 'monkey boy' and figures it is best to not piss off a potential employer whilst Zalena is negotiating.

At least not yet, anyway.

He is still holding the goblet, almost hinting that he needs a refill.

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 23 (26 with shield, 24 flat-footed, 13 Touch)
HP: 39 Current: 43
CMB: +7 CMD: 20 (22 vs. Trip/Disarm) Fort: +6 Reflex: +3 Will: +2 (+3 vs. Fear)
Conditions in Effect: none

Current Weapon in Hand: Wine goblet
Chakram: 2/2 MWK & 6/6 Cold Iron remaining
Light Hammers: 2/2 remaining[/sblock]___________________________

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Borric Hawkins
 

Syl grins in amusement at Borric's observation of the officer. Before he could say anything in response, they were already in the presence of the lizardman. He too had learned to let Zelena handle the negotiations. His odd sense of humor didn't always translate too well.
 

Sekmun bares teeth in mimicry of a grin and shrugs.

"I'm here and not at the bottom of the sea so I would suppose she is solid enough.

So you're here on business?"


Sekmun meets eyes with each of the four in turn and either doesn't notice or intentionally ignores the glass Borric holds. He nods as if in approval.

"My business needs are simple: escort. I need guards from the mouth of the Ouhm upriver to my tribal compound outside Hruthrip. Pirates are thick as leeches this time of year. And once we've reached my tribe's compound there may be other work; threats in the swamp are plentiful.

I could part with 250 gold for each of you and a bonus for each threat you are required to deal with. We'd negotiate other work at the compound, if you are interested. And as some find they cannot abide the swamp you would be free to leave my service at any time. I won't think less of you for it."


It's fairly clear from his tone that he would think you weak should you not fulfill the terms of employment.
 

Borric Hawkins, Male Human Fighter

Borric deftly twirls the goblet in his fingers around the stem. Occasionally he fumbles a little and catches it to try once more.

At the lizardman's challenge, the fighter harrumphs, "You trying to play to my fookin' ego, huh?"

The fighter looks at the lizardman, wondering if there are signs of deception. However the facial expressions are tad hard to read.

Shrugging, he looks to the others to see which deal they prefer.

Sense Motive (1d20+9=16)
[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 23 (26 with shield, 24 flat-footed, 13 Touch)
HP: 39 Current: 43
CMB: +7 CMD: 20 (22 vs. Trip/Disarm) Fort: +6 Reflex: +3 Will: +2 (+3 vs. Fear)
Conditions in Effect: none

Current Weapon in Hand: Wine goblet
Chakram: 2/2 MWK & 6/6 Cold Iron remaining
Light Hammers: 2/2 remaining[/sblock]___________________________

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Borric Hawkins
 

Zelena considers Sekmun's comments... (( Knowledge (local) on Hruthrip 1d20+8=15 ))

"Just so you know Sekmun, we have had an offer from Captain Galerius. We are weighing our options. Not only coins of course, although I suspect that some, " she winks at Borric, "would like bags of of the stuff, but for the adventure it can offer."
 

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