"Your careful thinking does you credit fair Captain," Gunther nodded with a smile, "Those of us who are battling the Chaos must be ever-vigilant. But alas, my friend over here is not a corrupted creature, but one native of Lustria, a lizardman if you will, and his kind had been battling the forces of the Arch-enemy for a long time and with many sacrifices. You will take my word on this matter or maybe you would call a servant of Sigmar a liar?" with a more threatening look, the Warrior Priest finished this discussion. "Now you should know that we are members of a traveling mercenary group and have come to your village looking for work. Is there any of the kind here or have we come to a wrong place?"
Farull stopped. Then turned and stared at the barkeep. "Did you just say there was no food?" He stood towering over the men in the tavern. Fists clenching and unclenching. "Um boss?" The gnoblars said into his ear. "I don't think he meant no food. There's enough food for ya boss." "There better be." said Farull as he sat and waited for the others.
Malik simply stood,as he eyed the weapon Captain clutched.Standing beside Gunther and infront of the Lizardman,he simply nodded to Warrior Priests`s words,not speaking,lest his accent earns him the ire.
Insulted that his brilliance was ignored, Sneek skittered into the tavern behind his current boss-thing, staring at the tavern keeper as he basically deflected them. "You mean", he began, rotating his head and narrowing his little beady eyes, "That you have no food? For us? Or at all? ...but they're hungry." He spoke as duly as his squeaky voice allowed, not really understanding how a few people like these could eat through a whole lot of food.
"Gyah!" Startled the blacksmith accidentally cast his hammer into a far wall. Whipping around he stared blankly at Thorkild, arms trembling a moment before he settled down. For a long moment silence filled the space between them until he at last spoke. "Startled me....what do ye need Dwarf? " (@Grall_Stonefist ) "I'm perfectly comfortable calling you a liar, for all I know you're lying to me to begin with. Yet that is not my immediate concern, you mentioned work, I have work and it fits an ill kept looking lot like yourselves....nyeh. " Sliding his pistol away captain looked them over once more, as one might few a piece of moldy bread somehow having made it into a lavish banquet where a single spoon was worth more than their entire groups' lives. " My unit and I have been stuck here for several days now, this accursed snow and an uprising of mutants and other hideous spawn has made it near impossible for us to carry on our journey toward Ferlangen to aid in the fight against Beast Lord Torn Hide. One of those problems would be made significantly less concerning if this village was a touch better defended and we better armed, I've been made privy to information regarding a supposed supply caravan of wondrous Nuln murder machines that was lost near the coast after a number of pirates attempted to abscond with the lot of it and the escort's lives. Do me a kindness and investigate their holdings and craven little pits down by the shore and return to me everything you find. I will pay you in a fair and according fashion and should there be enough returned I might even share. Do you find this agreeable? " (@Maleth @High_Adept_Zeth @Colapse ) Argot thumped his way over to the bar counter, face burning red with embarrassment at the whole ordeal. "Farull stop with the stupid make, supposed to make me look good! " Slapping him across the back of the head Man Eater grumbles and looks to the bar keep whom by now has retreated to the end of his counter nearest to a mob of half drunk and plenty irritable soldiers. "Again...no food to spare, all of it is currently on rations, ain't got nothin' for strangers an travelers right now, mmm sorry. " Ducking down out of sight and pretending to busy himself with some dirty mugs no further mind is paid to their lot. Argot slaps himself now, dragging a greasy hand down over his face. "Looks like me an rest eating supplies from Bokenhof still. Me split with Farull, long as enough eaten to keep alive me and you make do. " Of course this was already destined to end poorly but...well who could say? Maybe things would work out, maybe. (@FlashyGit @Casavay @Skarboy @Vanestus )
Thorkild was surprised that the man allmost seemed fearfull, as if expecting someone else. "Well sorry about that, not my intention to catch you by surprise, well to get strait to the point, i couldent help but notice your forge and its not too shabby, so i would ask if it is possible if i could rent or borrow it and some materials, i can pay with gold, and perhaps show you a trick or two about how to get the best out of your metal" Thorkild said, it wouldent be a hainiuss crime to teach a human one or two tricks, by the looks of it this town could perhaps need better equipment since they had been unable to defend their farmlands beyond the wall.
"Well, that sounds a reasonable agreement." Sakeis said, yet he had just one last thing to say "One question though: Just how far is the coast from here?" The main point of the question was: Would they have another day or two of travel which would likely result in yet more attacks, or could he lead a detachment of the band that makes a short trip that allowed him to leave the two Ogres and the Skaven behind in the settlement? If it was the later, it meant the Lizardman didn't have to put up with either Ogre's stupidity or Sneek's ego. And thank the Old Ones for that!
Vizier didn't liked his tone,his sneer or his general attitude.He traveled this far North enough to know hidden spite behind the native`s eyes...but this was different.This was...humiliating. He would lose a hand at least for this perceived slight...but prudence tempers his choler and wisdom of the Desert demanded patience in all things,lest one becomes prey...or burned at a stake. Ferlangen?The name was familiar to him.It lay in the shadow of the Middle Mountains and Malik passed through it when he trekked across Ostland.There he got his last job before joining the World Warriors,as a escort for a mechant caravan.He barely made it to Brokenhof. Caravan did not. Whatever beast lurked in the thick forests to Ferlanged...Malik hoped that it will bring swift end to this barbarian. In the end...he kept his counsel infront of the man,letting Gunther do the talking,considering he is the most reputable of the three of them. Or of the whole group for that matter.
"Careful captain," Gunther warned as he tightened the grip on his warhammer, his scarred face twisting in anger, "I might be walking with the mercenary group now, but I still have enough power to declare you and your family heretics and burn them on the stake outside. Just try to smear the name of a Sigmar's servant again and you will pay for it in blood and fire!" "Now, about your job. We'll take it and get it done, by Sigmar it shall be so. Now if this is everything, we shall take our leave and get the rest of the company together so we can go to the shore." He turned to get out but then he heard Sakeis's question so he lingered a bit longer, just in case things go south.
"Maybe!", the Skaven exclaimed with more excitement than was healthy, "Maybe you have dead things that you don't need! Eh? Dead things, for us, so you don't have to put them away." The idea of this being a sacrilege didn't occur to a hungering Sneek, of course, who was regularly sating his appetite with the recently dead. To him, this was the optimum solution - the tavern/settlement got rid of its dead and weak, and the World Warriors got to eat!
