In all honesty Vat-Katari was not expect much of a response from his Tal-Vashoth kinsman, having lived among them for so many years Vat-Katari had long since learned that those who truly use to follow the Qun never quite became the talkative sort. But even before the little response that he was expecting from the Tal-Vashoth archer with a funny take on the term throw pillow was given Vat-Katari's attention was called to yet another would be applicant to his little crew. He was quite the bulky looking elf and judging by his army had the actual strength to back up his appearance, well on one side of his body at least. The living mound of muscle and horns that was Vat-Katari couldn't help but crack a smile at the elf's introduction, he had mercenary written all over him even without having to bring up his band's name. Vat-Katari had heard of the elf's merc group before, they weren't anything too big but differently weren't any push overs from what he had heard. Vat-Katari was always able to respect someone who knew their way around the blade, but he also knew that cutting ties with someone's past always came with complications so this elf suddenly jumping ship from his crew raised some suspicion in the Tal-Vashoth. [color=f26522][b]"Vermilion Blades eh, heard a few things about you lot, mostly good so you're in luck."[/b][/color] Vat-Katari said before he cracked his crooked grin and offered a seat for Gerith to sit in. [color=f26522][b]"Names Vat-Katari, but like I told the rest of this lot if that is too hard for you to say Vat can do for now. Oh and for future reference you can drop the Elven warrior part of your greeting, the ears and shield give that away already."[/b][/color] He finished with a hearty laugh.

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It is hard to believe that time can fly as one sits among a table of battle hardened warriors, underhanded cut throats, and silvered tongue manipulators, but that is exactly what had happened in that quaint little whorehouse. Vat-Katari had no true idea how much time had passed, listening to the wave of introductions that were given to him threw the Tal-Vashoth's internal clock off quite a bit, that and he was quite enjoying the banter that was brewing amongst the little band that was forming. As content as he was with wasting more time in the whore house exchanging barbs and laughs Vat-Katari wanted to see if this crew could live up to the promises that they have made, besides he knew there was coin to be made. He rose from his chair, his massive size easily drawing the attention of those around him. [color=f26522][b]"Alright you lot we all know words are nice but they are only worth nug shite without actions to actually back them up. With that in mind I have a little... test of sorts."[/b][/color] He said before he pulled out a rolled up piece of paper out of a pouch the was tied to his belt. He practically slammed it down on to the table it unrolling as he did so, revealing a map of the infamous wounded coast. [color=f26522][b]"Some of you may know about the Wounded Coast, that hoarded stretch of beach that isn't far off from here."[/b][/color] As he spoke he traced his finger along the map outlining the actual coast. [color=f26522][b]"Some of you may have also heard of the Carta, those Dwarves that are known for their... less than upfront dealings."[/b][/color] He said before looking back up and over everyone who had gathered. [color=f26522][b]"The roamer in Darktown is that the Carta lost shipment of lyrium to a group of raiders and are offering a good chuck of coin for its return."[/b][/color] He said before he pointed to a small island on the map not far off from the wounded coast. [color=f26522][b]"And I happen to know that those raiders are currently held up on this island."[/b][/color] As he spoke a wicked grin formed on his lips. [color=f26522][b]"Simple job if you ask me. Set sail, crack a few skulls, get paid by the Carta. Worse comes to worse we can sell what we find at the island at the next port we dock in. So who feels like getting their hands a little dirty?"[/b][/color] He finished with a huge grin that couldn't intimidate a demon and a laugh that could practically shake the very building.