Hargjorn nearly choked on his ale. 

"Ten percent? boy, you're lucky I'm in a good mood today. I got a ship to maintain, twenty four mouths to feed, men to pay. I ain't getting by on ten percent. Besides, I ain't going to hire out to just [i]one[/i] adventurer. You want someone to take you up to Cyrodiil all by your lonesome, find a ferryman." 

Hargjorn took another swig as he narrowed his eyes at the young boy.