69th of Spring 514AV
The Pig's Foot Tavern - what was Sunberth without it, just another decrepit hole that some deity or royalty forgot to cover when they were done cleansing their bowels - Seng digressed as he sat amidst the embrace of the tavern, a tankard in one hand and all his problems in the other.
It was the copious sounds of the this place that drew in even the most prominent of patriots, the clatter and madness of it all brought about a great warmth and fervour that only Sunberth could create. Yet it was the drunken sounds of one individual that drew attention, and the whores at his sides weren't doing much but bring about more attention to him...
"Gods!, Yer should hav' seen it, gold the size of mountains, it gleamed and spoke 'hat evening as I stood there guarding it" the perish said with knots of spit and mead spewing from his mouth vehemently - As the irritable strings of the dark skinned warrior strung he stopped his wandering, his eyes moved with a subtle inquisition towards the figure of the man that had entered a bell before him. His table was littered with food and drink, winking miza's by him - It was a burly man, his features were rugged as if he'd been ravaged by winter and battle, a stocky figure adored with chain mail and leather armour. A great auburn beard rooted from his chin and fell as chunks of meant and the glitter of alcohol winked in the candlelit tavern.
To Seng he was someone he'd either find roaming the outskirts of Sunberth or in cities like Nyka doing mercenary work. At his lap, two of Brega's girls exalted his arrogance and lust as they caressed, laughed and giggled at everything he said.
It wasn't the older mercenary's actions that had actually drawn Seng's attention, the mountainous pouch that laid sprawled out on the man's table what had, from its depressed mouth coins seemed to be vomited out as very bulk of the thing bleed gold at the sides, even the stitches that kept it together strained from the amount accumulated.
A feigned giggle from one of the girls drew the Vilhjalmr's attention as the mercenary kneaded her cleavage drunkenly. Senghor turned and looked around the tavern and looked as the other men and potential thieves salivated at the sight before them, surprisingly nobody had tried to snatch the parish's gold, maybe the giant axe poking slyly into the table had something to do with it.
"BASTARDS the shit lot of em but 'hey sure do pay! - Yer know, Am from Nyka myself but I sure got paid, I've be sittin' pretty for bout the whole season now" the said again with a roar of excitement. This seemed to cause Seng's very ears to twitch in intrigue, a guard job that paid like this.
"I wonder who's hiring" he spoke to himself as he watched the mercenary entertain himself with Brega's Girls. Senghor had to admit, he needed the work and whoever was hiring and paying such a large sum of gold just to guard a place was surely his type of employer and he was definitely the right employee.
It didn't take long for the brash mercenary to stand from his seat, his tankard still in had as he walked up to the simulated guard.
"A drink, to your earnings" deeply the voice of Senghor slipped from his tongue as he kicked up a chair and sat before the older man. A great silence hung between them as he looked at Senghor cautiously, confusedly, intriguedly...
"Gods man!, what'd did yer parents feed ye!" he asked taken aback by the tall, lean stature of Senghor who only seemed to lean back into the shadows, the effect of them seemed to play a smirk on man as he replied.
"Steak... And babies" he said with a dark baritone to his voice, he watched at the three figures before him eyes opened slowly before the guards expression turned into a great big grin, than a smile and than laugh that echoed deafeningly within the Pig's Foot.
"Hahahaha! It done yer good than boy!" he said to Seng's joke as he stretched out his hand towards him, "Elrich! Elrich Gerulf!"
"Nassor, Nassor Vilhjalmr" Senghor lied as he told the name of his predecessor, the man's eyes shifted with uncertainty before they turned soft and he laughed, "Nice to meet yer Nassor!"
"Likewise..." Senghor said as he looked down at the table before him, he could see why the man was so easily fooled. After a dozen tankards of ale, it was miracle that the old bastard was still on his feet, but that also meant that his tongue was wet and he'd be 'gladly' willing to share some information with Seng...
"So Elrich... Let's talk" |
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