Little rock

It was morning on little rock and the harbour was bustling with activity. Fishermen sat in their boats preparing hooks and nets, Captains barking orders and women hurrying to the market for food. In the centre of the harbour a man was hammering a piece of parchent to a board, it read:

Captain and fighter wanted
Captain with ship wanted
Skilled fighter wanted
1200g minimum pay
Enquire in the Tavern

Garick wound his way through the crowd and watched as the man hammered a piece of parchment to the board in the middle of the harbor, standing on tip toe he peered over the man's shoulder taking in the paper before flashing the man a smile. And making a beeline for the Tavern in Little Rock. As he approach the tavern he took in the exterior sizing up potential escape routes and the possible hazards of the establishments. Garick grinned, he needed work and this looked like the shady establishment that could provide the sort of work he was use to, he might not have a ship but he was a fine swordsman. Among other things. With that he loosened the twin scimitars in their sheath and pushed open the door of the tavern.

Milo docked in the town of Little Rock, "Dishonor of The Captain" she wasn't beautiful, not the biggest, nor the best, but she was Milo's home, life, greatest possession. Milo swaggered down the gang plank on to the dock. As he walked by, he checked the docks job board he needed something easy unless he want to pilage a ship, but no real gentleman wants to do it. Milo noticed a fresh job (He could only tell because the parchment seemed to fresh, and didn't smell of the sea yet), asking for a Captain and a fighter.

"Lucky day maybe? A little ambiguous, the pay seems mighty fine though," he said resuming his walk to the tavern. Once he made it in, he walked to the Tavern's bar ordering a mug of rum while he waits. After a while he realized he should probably ask the Tavern keeper about the job, and with that he went off to find them. It didn't take long, "Do you know who has the job, asked for a ship captain and a fighter, 1200 gold? It said to inquire about it here."

(Sorry please ignore this post it doubled my last one)

"That would be me." The man said, "I need crates picked up from an island aways from here. Pays 1200 for the journey and an extra 100 for every day under seven you save. Want it?"

Garick caught the last of what the barkeep had to say as he slid onto a stood in front of the bar and gave Milo a perfunctory nod before turning back to the man behind the bar.

"You still looking for a sell sword? You wont find a finer one between here and Browndocks i can assure you that," he produced a flask of some sort and downed a significant amount of liquid from it before grimacing and replacing it in the bag at his side. "Well you won't find ones who's allegiance isn't owed to some other factions."

He looked from Milo to the Barkeep and back. "well?"

"Aye I am. But you'll be on this man's ship if he accepts the job. It pay 25 gold pieces a day. With extra if the cap 'n here says you did something special."

Garick's eye twitched. "Your sign there says 1200g for the job not 25 per day that's barely 225 for the round trip, I bet the legion pays better than that and I'm not a fan." With that Garick took another pull from his flask.

"Fine 50 a day. That do it?"

"I'm going to step in for the man, every man needs his dollar to live. Give him 600 half the promised wage it's fair enough, right my friend?" He said turning towards the merc. "And while you're at it a name would be nice. I like to know whose on my ship,"

"I'll do it for the six hundred and I can promise you that I'm worth the pay." With a floorish he stood before turning to Captain Milo. "You may call me Garick Darksand" He offered his hand to Milo. "When do we set sail and what ship do we be sailing on?" Garicks eyes seemed to grow darker for a moment and veins of obsidian black worked there way into the irisis for a moment before receeding.

"Fine 600 it is. I hope you can leave in the morning if not sooner."

Garick grinned at the barkeeper, "you got it" With that he stood and clapped Milo on the back "Captain whenever you are ready to leave I'm all set, i don't carry much and I certainly don't need much" with that Garick took another pull and tucked his thumbs into his belt.

"Oh and you'll be needing this," he said ducking under the bar and returning a second later with a map. He handed it to Milo, "The island is north of here towards the iron city."