Zi'da 2nd 717, 11th Break
Location: The Cow and Corset
This had to be one of the few places he liked to hang around within the city of Etzos, while a tavern at heart it certainly had its other favorable services. Though a bit more discreet with them Patrick hadn't been ignorant to the prostitutes that lingered around here, and even had the luxury to having a little taste for himself after last night. That aside though he was in a place unlike anything he'd ever been in, a city that certainly proved to be foreign territory to his standards. What was Etzos really like here? What sort of culture did this new place have?
He had to admit he already liked the taverns and brothels around here, even if his visit came a little unplanned thanks to the Immortals. He'd woken up this morning to dress in the usual attire he'd wear, the white t-shirt with beige pants he had packed along for the trip. Had he realized he would've stayed, he probably would've brought warmer clothes for the occasion. It was Zi'da now after all, and pretty soon he'd need layers of clothes to keep warm. Even if he wanted to or could afford it, Patrick wasn't always able to rely on another body for such reasons.
"Barkeep," He called out with a finger used to flag the woman down, "Can I get a mug of ale please?"
"Sure honey," the gingerly woman answered with a warm grin, "just the one for now?"
"That'll do." He chimed with a silver nel tapped onto the bar, her finger quickly slid it into her possession as she gave him a wink. The drunkard chuckled with a smirk, his arms folded onto the bar as he waited for the drink to be served.
"It's not that complicated," A voice muttered nearby just as he'd been given his mug, "just head to Foster's Landing and meet with the captain there. He'll get you fit in and set up with one of the other hired muscle we have."
"So we just gotta head to Foster's Landing?" One of two men asked some heavily dressed guy, Patrick had to assume he was recruiting for something big.
"Yeah, we're in need of guards for transports but there's also the need for miners and laborers. You'll be paid fairly for your service there, and if our betters get what they're after; then you can bet we'll be compensated for a job well done."
"That so?" The shorter of the two recruits inquired. "What do you need all that muscle for exactly?"
"Excavating mostly." The recruiter boldly answered, a statement that folded Patrick's eyebrows as he listened harder. "Some old ruins far as I know, the expert on it hasn't been able to pinpoint its location exactly."
“And the pay is good yes? We just might be interested.” The taller of the two finally chimed in. “We’ll think about it, and when we decide we’ll meet you down in Foster’s Landing then.”
“Very good,” The recruiter commended with a pat on their shoulders, “you men don’t want to miss on an opportunity this promising. I assure you.” With that the two potential recruits were given farewell, and the recruiter started to check the tavern for more potential assets to help out. After a few Bits had passed and nobody else seemed interested, he took to head outside and see if there were those on the streets looking for work.
Patrick on the other hand remained seated where he was, curious about this excavation that would be taking place. It had been an entire Arc since he last knew anything of it, but the location they were hoping to find… couldn’t be Orimar… could it? He took a heavy drink from the mug, unphased by the amount of alcohol he’d just consumed no less. ”Who could their expert be?”
As far as he knew Crowley should’ve been dead, even though his body was never found back in Ne’haer. If he were
still alive, and he was
their expert… then that meant they had to be searching for Orimar.