Timestamp: 58th of Ymiden - Hot Cycle - 716th Arc
"The fuck you talking about? On the tab!? Whip out the coin or I'll whip out my shiv!" With a deep sigh, Gaunt rummaged through his pockets and whipped out a VERY impressive ammount of lint, corks and even a doggy treat. His face beamed up as if he had found a pure golden nugget, even holding it up proudly to the bartender's face, until the man slapped a, very noticeably old and 'used', knife on the counter...Scratching behind his ear, face partially turned with an obnoxiously fake worried look, he continued on his quest for coin, in a hurry! Eyes already shifting between the exit, the blade and the bartender, Gaunt finally felt something round and hard in his backpocket. He prayed for dear life, literally, that it wasn't a button or bottle cap. Pulling his hand from the pocket, slowly -He'd hate to spook the bartender and frighten him; After shanking Gaunt in the face probably- he kept his fist closed, put it on the counter, turned it slowly upwards and a collective 'Aaaaawwww' was heard from all angles around him! Gaunt had managed to find a freaking coin!!!
Before Gaunt could close his hand again and make a run for it with his coin, the bartender had already snatched it out though. That pissed Gaunt right off, defying all logic, something he's good at, he started giving the bartender the evil eye as he tried to compose himself into not getting gutted over one sad, little coin that wasn't even unjustifiably taken from him! Seething, Gaunt relaxed himself, after turning his attention to the nearest sod who had let out that exclamation of disappointment when Gaunt had saved himself from a bellybutton piercing, knocking him right the fuck out with a vicious right hook! The bartender didn't say a word as he leaned on the counter, arms crossed, but Gaunt did notice the blade wasn't on the counter anymore, he had a feeling he'd find it real soon if he crossed the line some more though! "Fuck all'a ya!"
With that kind farewell, he left the crapshack moonlighting as a tavern and went on his annoyed way, into Almund; That was the plan anyway. He had barely left the bar, and already he heard steps behind him, boots clearly speeding up as they grew louder. With a quick jerk, he looked over his shoulder and spotted a man behind him, someone he didn't know that nodded at Gaunt before beckoning him over. The man didn't really appear to have ill intention, nor did he move to a location out of plain sight, so Gaunt saw little harm in going over to him and at the very least hear him out.
"Hey, I noticed you...Could use some funds, haha. I got a small job for you, from the Royal Reaver."
The man didn't need to pause to let the meaning sink in, Gaunt was well aware what the Royal Reaver was, who it belonged to and what that meant. "Go on." He had a feeling this man in front of him wasn't a low-ranking member of the Pirate King's crew, by the way he spoke, conducted and generally gave off a vibe of being used to ordering, not asking.
"I want you to go to Tried's Mouth and accept a small package from the Ol' Musky, a ship docked in the bay, you'll actually be accompanied by one of our crew, as they would never give you anything if you weren't able to proof you weren't at least in the company of one of us. Her name is Raynarde, or Catalina. She should be here any moment. I'm sure you know, but...Don't even think about opening the package; Accept, Transport, Deliver, anything else...And you'll have more to worry about than a little shiv."
"What's in it for me?"[
"You'll be given a lill' sumthing-sumthin', proportional to how well you do this job!"
"Hmpfh, fine, where is this Raynarde?! Lets get this over with!"
"The fuck you talking about? On the tab!? Whip out the coin or I'll whip out my shiv!" With a deep sigh, Gaunt rummaged through his pockets and whipped out a VERY impressive ammount of lint, corks and even a doggy treat. His face beamed up as if he had found a pure golden nugget, even holding it up proudly to the bartender's face, until the man slapped a, very noticeably old and 'used', knife on the counter...Scratching behind his ear, face partially turned with an obnoxiously fake worried look, he continued on his quest for coin, in a hurry! Eyes already shifting between the exit, the blade and the bartender, Gaunt finally felt something round and hard in his backpocket. He prayed for dear life, literally, that it wasn't a button or bottle cap. Pulling his hand from the pocket, slowly -He'd hate to spook the bartender and frighten him; After shanking Gaunt in the face probably- he kept his fist closed, put it on the counter, turned it slowly upwards and a collective 'Aaaaawwww' was heard from all angles around him! Gaunt had managed to find a freaking coin!!!
Before Gaunt could close his hand again and make a run for it with his coin, the bartender had already snatched it out though. That pissed Gaunt right off, defying all logic, something he's good at, he started giving the bartender the evil eye as he tried to compose himself into not getting gutted over one sad, little coin that wasn't even unjustifiably taken from him! Seething, Gaunt relaxed himself, after turning his attention to the nearest sod who had let out that exclamation of disappointment when Gaunt had saved himself from a bellybutton piercing, knocking him right the fuck out with a vicious right hook! The bartender didn't say a word as he leaned on the counter, arms crossed, but Gaunt did notice the blade wasn't on the counter anymore, he had a feeling he'd find it real soon if he crossed the line some more though! "Fuck all'a ya!"
With that kind farewell, he left the crapshack moonlighting as a tavern and went on his annoyed way, into Almund; That was the plan anyway. He had barely left the bar, and already he heard steps behind him, boots clearly speeding up as they grew louder. With a quick jerk, he looked over his shoulder and spotted a man behind him, someone he didn't know that nodded at Gaunt before beckoning him over. The man didn't really appear to have ill intention, nor did he move to a location out of plain sight, so Gaunt saw little harm in going over to him and at the very least hear him out.
"Hey, I noticed you...Could use some funds, haha. I got a small job for you, from the Royal Reaver."
The man didn't need to pause to let the meaning sink in, Gaunt was well aware what the Royal Reaver was, who it belonged to and what that meant. "Go on." He had a feeling this man in front of him wasn't a low-ranking member of the Pirate King's crew, by the way he spoke, conducted and generally gave off a vibe of being used to ordering, not asking.
"I want you to go to Tried's Mouth and accept a small package from the Ol' Musky, a ship docked in the bay, you'll actually be accompanied by one of our crew, as they would never give you anything if you weren't able to proof you weren't at least in the company of one of us. Her name is Raynarde, or Catalina. She should be here any moment. I'm sure you know, but...Don't even think about opening the package; Accept, Transport, Deliver, anything else...And you'll have more to worry about than a little shiv."
"What's in it for me?"[
"You'll be given a lill' sumthing-sumthin', proportional to how well you do this job!"
"Hmpfh, fine, where is this Raynarde?! Lets get this over with!"