Iron Heroes - Dark Harbor

[Erekose13]

Ghuntomas follows the two guards, not really sure what to do next. He knew that a license was necessary but so far these had been the only two that had asked about it. As a reliable fellow, he wanted to get this out of the way as soon as possible. Keeping up easily, he heads into the crowd.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"An officer?" Grendel laughs. "No, not even close. I was a fisherman, and, although the captain of the boat might have been considered an officer, things were far more...egalitarian. Now, I mostly do some grunt work here and there — guard this, keep anyone from entering that. I don't really like fighting, but I'm more than happy to take a beating."

 

[Ambrus]

Damien raises an eyebrow at Grendel's matter-of-fact declaration of being a masochist but decides not to comment on it. "A peterman huh? Well, nothing wrong with that. Did you work on one of the bigger sloops or a drag-boat?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"Drag boat. Pulled up whatever we could find. Mostly, we got fish. Got a lot of junk, too, but that's trolling for you. So, if you don't get out like you'd like to now, what do you do?"

 

[Ambrus]

"Mostly I work as a jerquer here at the Excise House, tallying what's dredged up at the Drowning Towers. I also do some book-work up the hill for the upper crust sometimes." Damien pauses for a moment and then asks: "So what brought you ashore to do strong-arm work in the first place?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Grendel pauses, staring off into space, until picking up the conversation. "I don't remember. I was in some bare knuckles fights in and around the docks while I fished, and then, one morning after a fight, I woke up missing a tooth and had a job as a guard." He grins again. "I'm pretty sure that I lost that fight, though. It's stuck with me for a good while now."

 

[Ambrus]

Damien listens solemly to the mariner's story, sensing that there's more to the tale than the man is willing to say. When Grendel smiles again, Damien lightens up as well and chuckles softly. "Must have been a hell of a punch; knocked you clean into a new job." Damien says grinning.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"Win some, you lose some. I'm still curious about what happened to the other guy. I can't even remember who I was fighting."

 

[Ambrus]

"Maybe after getting in a tussle with you he decided he should pursue a new line of work too. Damien slowly lets the grin fade from his face and asks: "So what brings you to Assistant excise master Tremance's office this morning?

 

[Dalamar]

Gregghor and Ghuntomas
The two guards nervously step back from the nomad, but keep their spears up. The other two also get there and raise their spears. The female, however, still seems to not really care.
"My name is Belia, not 'woman'," she says, staring the barbarian in the eyes.
This is when Ghuntomas reaches the group. Many bystanders have also gathered to see what the ruckus is all about, though they are keeping their distance.
"And there'll be no ill will between us if you could stop threatening my subordinates and actually listen. I've got a proposition for you," she tells Gregghor. "And you," she adds as one of the two that talked to Ghuntomas nods in his direction. "If you'll follow me, and I'll arrange you some work that should get you your licenses rather easily."