"Dead man don't taste good." Farull turns to Argot. "What's the plan now. No food... maybe they give us food for work." His face brightens to hear this.
"Dead men make due when needed but you right, for now...." Argot slapped a fat knapsack on the counter, pulling out a cold ham and starting to rip it in half with his bare hands, spare juices and grease slopping all over the place until there was a roughly equal half for each of them. "Snack on that for now, guess we gotta go find work make or somin'. " Man-Eater shrugged as he took his own portion of their rations and chomped in, head twisting from side to side until bone gave way and splintered in his mouth along with hearty portions of cooked meat, a gift from Bokenhof. Meanwhile a number of ugly looks all trained in on Sneek and Snik. "Corpses hide out back just beyond the barricades... yeah, have at 'em, bunch a mutant freaks dead out there. " (@Casavay @Skarboy @FlashyGit ) "No, you be careful priest. You're not the one with some fifty men to his command, your power here means about as much as that of the foreigner...whatever strange cult he believes in. Now go, get out of my sight and don't sully my mood with your presence again unless you've good news to report and goods to gift. " Waving them off he looked down a hall. "OH MARGARET WHERE HAVE YOU RUN OFF TO? " (@Colapse @Maleth @High_Adept_Zeth ) "Well if you're offering to teach I'd be a fool to turn down a dwarf's wisdom on the matter. Admit I never did have the knack for this like my pappy, can stay in business repairing farmers tools but now I've got soldiers here demanding I mend their equipment between raids by mutants and Sigmar knows what else, you have access to my entire shop, just show me what you can do master dwarf. " (@Grall_Stonefist )
As they moved away,Malik smirked beneath his scowl at the man.Looking at the woman that sat,taking a obviously much needed break. Margaret. Moving away with the trio he spoke,hot breath escaping his scowl: "I hope people of your land threat the priests of their own God a little....better.Will this not incur the wrath of younr God upon them?We are really taking on this job?We should try to find better armaments before we head after those pirates.If they are as half as bad as Corsairs of Sartosa..." Malik haven't finished the sentence...leaving the rest to imagination. @DeranVendar @Colapse @Maleth
"I'll remember this.." Gunther muttered as he went out and onto the cold streets of this tiny village once again. Once he was out of the earshot, he replied to Malik while also trying to find the way towards the Inn where he told Argot he would meet with once the job-search was over. "Trust me, it already did. Sigmar does not look happily on such blatant disrespect of his servants, especially when it comes to cities this far out North. Threat of Chaos corruption is omnipresent and it takes just a little bit for the witch hunters to come and burn everything to crisp. I could look for a chapel of Sigmar or try to contact the order in Middenheim, but I sadly dropped some of my old responsibilities and behavior once I joined the Dogs of War, although don't mistake that for inaction or forgiveness for there will be a reckoning with the wicked, one way or the other." "Now, the coast shouldn't be that far off and I guess we could find pirates easily enough - the bad weather will prevent them from sailing so they will probably be hunkered down in one of the local caves, we just need to find them..." 100% easier said than done, "Also, if what that heretic Captain said was true, it means that we must act and recover those weapons for if they fall into the wrong hands, Sigmar knows what will happen to the local area. No village or city will be safe from the attack and the human casualties will be severe."
Sneek looked at the tavern keeper, and then at Argot, who appeared to be busy devouring some piece of ration he seemed to have found somewhere. He shrugged, figuring that if the boss-thing got to eat, then he had nothing better to do but to visit these barricades for a quick snack. "Boss-thing, I will look for food there", he squeaked before skittering away, keeping Snik in his eyes lest he get there before him and eat all the good stuff.
Vizier nodded Gunther as he evaluated his words,sizing them up and down in his mind and with what we know. "Well...I don't know about you two...but we surely could use something to warm us up after today.Tomorrow maybe we could find a cart somewhere with which to haul the goods with?I imagine a ship-full of goods is a bit too much for us to carry through this snow and who knows how much these pirates looted on these coast."with a glint in his eye he turned to Sakeis,Lizardman being grave-silent this whole time.Wise. "Maybe they have a sizable hoard of goodies by now."
Farull eagerly bit into his half biting almost through the bone. Through mouthfuls he says "As long as there's food."
"Well my good man, watch and learn then, smithing is a craft of patience and precition" Thorkild said as he entered the shop proper, he unhooked his own hammer, not really a war weapon, but dwarf craftman ship made it an excellent battering tool. "First let me take a look at this sword here, the iron seems a bit off, it could properbly have taken another refinement in its original forging, but lets see what we can do here" Thorkild said as he went to the anvil, he would help the young smith first, then start the process of his new battleaxe, hopefully the metal wasent too bad. Perhaps some steel somewhere in the forge.
"Damned Captain didn't even bother to answer the question of how far the coast was." Sakeis muttered to himself, a little put out by the sudden dismissal of his question, yet Malik's point of the pirates having loot caused the Lizardman to say "If we find that they have plenty of weapons, I would sorely like the Captain to be the first volunteer to find out what said weapon does. Anyway, if the coast is far away, let's round up everyone else so that we have supplies to spare if things go wrong and if it isn't then we can just grab Thorkid seeing as he's helpful and quite good with his weapons, and Snik, who will be handy for sneaking around. " The former Temple Guard was itching for a chance to actually get something done that didn't end up as badly as finding out the mission you picked is no longer valid due to Beastmen attacking the town.
A new dawn broke over Ostland and the Warriors of the World gathered together once more. It was a morning of mixed news for after being forced to bunker down in the cold streets for a night many of them were unhappy or frankly quite miserable. Baldur was in especially poor spirits seeing as he was dead. Indeed even now they stood gathered around their first casualty, lost to a mercilessly cold night and his own wounds, infection hadn't even been a worry when he simply froze to death despite being sandwiched against Argot and a large scrap of his former coat. Standing as one the man eater looked over to Gunther. "Me hear priests deal with things that dead, not just making them dead. What we do with him? Burn? Bury...eat? " Looking to their current spiritual authority on the matter of human life the ogre seemed only mildly interested in actually chewing on the corpse, surely some sort of respect. If anyone was going to be feeling happy right now it might be Thorkild whom had marched out from the blacksmith into dim morning light and sweeping winds of frost with a sturdy piece of custom craftsmanship in hand. Though the mansling hadn't carried much in the way of decent ores there was iron aplenty and the blacksmith had been quite pleased with dwarven teachings, obviously slow to pick up on them but even his imperfect form had improved visibly in the wake of their first lesson that night, a lack of sleep little bother to either of them.
