Iron Heroes - Dark Harbor

[Ambrus]

By the Mariner's keel... Damien stops in mid conversation with one of the excise clerks to see another larger contingent of guardsmen escorting a tall, barrel-chested and badly scarred man wearing little more than a bear shirt and a large sledge-hammer at his back. A steppes barbarian... in a bear-sark... here? Damien turns to watch the odd group walk through the room towards the second story staircase as the rest of the clerks fall silent. It is only then that he notices the other man with the disheveled appearance dressed in leathers and carrying a sword and round shield at his back. Two out-of-towers, both armed to the teeth and being escorted up to the second floor... Damien watches as the group disapears upstairs.

The room is soon abuzz with conjecture but once again falls silent as the guards reappear at the top of the stairs, being led by their female guard-captain but without the two barbarians in tow. Damien again turns to watch the delegation of guards leave the Excise House quickly and without so much as a glance back. Seems they're only to happy to leave their charges behind too. It appears that Tremance's problem is more dangerous than I first thought if he's felt the need to hire a pair of barbarian mercenaries from out of town. He's got the makings of a war-party sitting in his office now. Amazing that they're being left alone up there. Damien looks towards the large double doors leading out and back to the second floor stairs. Do I want to get mixed up with that ragtag bunch and Tremance's problem? Hmm... Best go and see what those two are about before Tremance gets back.

 

[Einan]

Gregghor looks around the office, disinterested. After a moment of waiting, he sits down cross legged on the ground and draws from his pouch a pair of small stones and begins to toss them around, catching them before they hit the ground.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Grendel turns when the others enter the room, mouth agape. Tremance's job just got a lot more interesting — I wonder if I'll remember it after all is done. He absentmindedly brings his hand across his jaw, remembering waking up with it broken and then working for Krum.

 

[Ambrus]

Damien makes his way back up the stairs pausing for a moment outside the door to Tremance's office. After taking a deep breath he crosses the last few steps and enters the room. Looking around he sees the burly man with the bear-sark sitting on the floor casually tossing and catching a pair of stones. Damien looks up and sees the other barbarian, the tall one in leathers, regarding Grendel who seems lost in thought while rubbing his jaw. Well isn't this cozy. What did Tremance tell the guards; to just bring random armed men back to his office? Hmm... Sailors I know how to talk to, but barbarians? They're a little out of my experience. Damien clears his throat and looks to Grendel and smiles. "So, ah, who are your friends Grendel?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Grendel regains his composure. "Good question. Who are you two?"

 

[Einan]

"I am myself. I am called Gregghor Bearbait," says the large scarred man. "What are you called?"

 

[Ambrus]

Damion manages to stifle a smile at the seated barbarian's question. You'd think he'd remember that I addressed Grendel by name just a moment ago. Poor guy doesn't appear to be much sharper than that hammer he's carrying. Gesturing to the sailor, Damien says: "This is Grendel, and I'm Damion." Damion then looks to the tall disheveled man in leathers, hoping he'll take the cue to introduce himself.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Thankfully, Damien answers the barbarian's question before Grendel can. The ex-fisherman smiles politely and waits for other man to introduce himself.

 

[Erekose13]

"Pleased to meet you. I am Ghuntomas of Thorn." he says shaking the mans hand.

[occ: I'll be out of town till Sunday. I'll try to pop in when I can, but might not be back on till Monday. Please NPC Ghuntomas if necessary.]

 

[Ambrus]

Damien gladly takes Ghuntomas's proffered hand and smiles cordially. Recognizing a difference in demeanor and accent between the two new arrivals, Damien hazards a guess: "You and Gregghor aren't from the same area are you; you're accents are different. Both new to town though aren't you?"