"Are you sure about this?" A somewhat concerned voice spoke towards the Elf known as Gerith.
The man whom had just spoken was none other than the Commander of the mercenary company called the "Vermilion sabers", a once well respected and well known band of Mercs that has recently come into hard times after a war with another band of Mercs.

"Of course I am, I owe both you and the rest of you guys..." 
The commander began shaking his head and was about to cut Gerith off before he himself stopped the Commander from saying anything.
"I [b]do[/b] owe you, we didn't get my contract... but it cost you a lot to fight this war, I know because I was there every step of the way; I'm doing this both as a part of this group, and as a friend - you've done more for me than anybody else has through out my life..."
Gerith turned his back on the Commander and began walking towards the exit. "This is just one step on the path to me paying you back for what you've done."

No further words were spoken as he left the building, Gerith was a man whom was very set in his ways, and when he set out to do something - then that was exactly what he done.
He had heard about a line of work that paid pretty well and would certainly benefit him from the experience it offered.
Piracy was certainly something that was rife through out the Waking sea, it turned a decent amount of sovereigns, assuming competent people done it - and of course the Captain was liberal in his payment of the crew. 
It took Gerith about 30 minutes to get from the area in Lowtown that he was in to the first set of stairs that led up to Hightown.
It was a place he was quite familiar with actually, probably something that was uncommon for the likes of himself.
Turns out that a lot of the nobles in Hightown get up to some dirty stuff in their downtime, and they need people with them that are paid to keep their mouths shut about what they get up to. 
Your level of discretion oddly became a staple on whether or not some noble wold hire you out or not.

The blooming rose was one of those high level establishments that had whores on offer - not the level most scum in Lowtown could afford that's for sure. 
But petty nobles, merchants, Templars and soldier types were commonly found here.
Stopping just out side of the whorehouse Gerith sighed deeply, the sounds of both merriment and laughter could be heard inside, it would be the first time, in quite some time that he had set foot in a place like this - women made Gerith uncomfortable, they were generally easier to best on the field of battle, but outside of battle it was a different story, masters of deception and intrigue, and especially manipulation. 
They had a lot in common with demons and he kept away from them as such.

But, this was only a short stop, so Gerith would have to tough it out.
After entering the establishment his senses had a slight overload, an aromatic fusion hit his nostrils a mixture of chrysanthemums and roses, and with that there was also the smell of booze and sweat.
The sight was rather breathtaking, in the entrance hall at any rate, an immaculate white marble that was draped in a blood red velvet, the floors were tiled with a dark grey basalt that had several rugs made from a fine crimson cloth; it also had a very intricate design upon it.
Overall, it was clear that this was a place in Hightown, and it was meant to meet the standards of high paying customers. 

Gerith entered the bar area and he instantly spotted his new employer; at least for a time, the unmistakable horns that adorned the hulking figures skull could only belong to a Qunari, he appeared to be one of the last there out of the recruits for the crew, there appeared to be a decent number of them already. 

Gerith made his way to the table and spoke to the Qunari captain. "I hope I'm not too late yo join your crew? I had to deal with some business before I got here."
Taking a bow he addressed himself "I am Gerith'Talmerrin, Elven Warrior and member of the mercenary band called the "Vermilion Sabers, at your service."