Amano lets out a nearly inaudible shuddering sigh as Illiendi finally looks away, but his moment of calm is short lived. As the beast begins speaking again his focus becomes sharp, and he carefully adjusts himself so he is standing the way Illiendi had shown him. He is careful to log away all the information he's suppose to remember, and after a few calming breaths, he feels ready. [i]'I can do this. He's right here with me, and I have no doubts that I can at least to this much'[/i] He manages to keep the blush from his cheeks at once more being called master, the churning in his stomach a good distraction from the rush the word from the man's lips sends through him each time. Ha can not however hold back a little smile at the sight of the door being opened with a handkerchief. 

[i]'Feeling really fancy now'[/i] his mind echoes but he brushes that aside and moves forward with as much courage as he can muster. The inside is far quieter than most of the seaside pub, or most bar joints in general, but there is still a high level of jolly spirits and harsh words being slung back and forth across the crowded room. Only a few people glance his way as he enters, for which he is grateful. He steps carefully around a few men at a table by the door, his eyes darting about the room looking for a good place to start. [i]'So many men and woman, how am I suppose to find an information dealer in this mess. Most of Father's dealers come strait to the house. I wonder if he ever. . . .'[/i] His thoughts trail off and a true but slightly wicked smile comes to his lips. [i]'Perfect'[/i]

With the practiced grace of one well versed in avoiding being run over Amano makes his way over to the bar where a middle-aged man with a long well kept but bush beard stands, calling for a mug of ale. He coughs loud enough to catch the man's attention and watches amused as the heavyset male looks around for the source of the noise. The robust man is a good head taller than Amano, and at least twice as wide, and from the red in his cheeks more than a little buzzed. When at last his eyes come to rest on the youngest son of one of his most prominent partners he lats out a little laugh. “Well now, what you be doing in here young master? On an errand for your father?” He does not even notice Illiendi's presence, the sight of Amano in such a place holding his attention.

Amano smiles and shakes his head slightly. “No Russ, I am here on my own business.” The man blinks, the lack of a “mister” before his name catching his attention almost more than the rest of the sentence. Before he can respond however Amano musters up his courage and plunges on. “I am here looking for a captain for a venture I am undertaking. I know you do good work for my father, he says so often enough, so I thought you may be able to point me in the right direction.” His voice is steady and he feels a bit of pride when Russ seems to sober up a bit.

A new gleam comes to the large man's eye at the proposition of a bit of business and for the first time he spares Illiendi a glance. As with many people he seems caught by the sight of such a foreign looking man, however his attention soon returns to the young man beside him. “A captain, eh? What kind of ship and where to. I know many a good captain who will not travel to certain ports, and several ships that just couldn't make it.” His manner is switching quickly to all business, the ale brought him by the tender sitting forgotten behind him. Under most circumstances Russ would not even consider dealing with the youngest son of any family, however something about the boy speaks to his seriousness in this matter.

His smile widens a bit, glad Illiendi had provided him the answer to this question already. That and Russ seems to be taking him seriously. Looking away with a casual twist of his wrist, a motion he'd seen his father often use to mark his interest he replies, “Something not too large, a sloop perhaps. Something to carry some crates of raw cargo.” He looks back to the man, his hands clasp gently behind his back. “As for the destination, that would be Ashai.” His stomach tingles as the older man's eyes flash and a smile crosses his lips.

“Ashai huh?” He replies simply and Amano nods slightly. A hand comes up to stroke through his beard, the tall man's eyes raking over those men gathered about him. Once and a while his eyes will stop, as if sizing someone up, before he shakes his head slightly and moves on. Amano's insides dance as he waits, his lets hand coming up to curl around his left breast pocket. The motion looks as if he is searching for something inside the pocket, however it is simply Amano's new nervous habit coming into play. Remembering what Illiendi had said he lets his hand drop back down, grasping his fingers once more behind his back. Finally Russ's assessment seems to be over and hid head falls a bit Amano swallows hard but remains silent, waiting for the verdict.

Finally his head comes up and he snaps his finger. With a smile he looks down at Amano and chuckles lightly. Carefully he pulls the boy in closer to the bar, close enough that he can whisper without being overheard. Amano tenses slightly but relaxes against the bar none the less as Russ begins speaking. “You are no fool boy, and know that most captains in their right mind wouldn't deal with you without your father's consent.” Amano swallows hard but refuses to acknowledge the all too true fact. Russ seems to take heart from this and continues. “It just so happens however that there's a captain down at the port just now, came to port this morning, whom I'm sure will deal with you for the right amount of coin.” He waves a hand to brush away any worries about that statement. “His ship is small, like you want, and he's not well known enough to have any regular customers. So, I'm sure if you can catch him before his next job he'd be willing to work for you.” 

Amano looks at him, his brows creased in concentration. [i]'He could be just joshing me, but he's never been that type of guy. When money is involved he's very straightforward. He's never gone back on a deal, nor given false information as far as my father is concerned'[/i] His mind tumbles back over all he knows of the man before him and with his head still held high he smirks and nods. “I will talk to this captain you speak of. What is his name, ship, and where does he tie up?” His voice is confident and clipped, letting Russ know that things will not end well should he be lying.

The older male really does mean well for the kid, some part of him really hoping he finds what he's looking for. “His name's Captain Jusler, and his ship is the Angry Lad.” They both share a grin at the name before he goes on. “He's tied up near the fishery, his last job being for one of the fisher guilds.” Amano pulls a few coins from his purse and presses them into Russ's open hand. The man gives him a nod and just as he's stepping away whispers, “Good luck young master.” Feeling very good about the exchange Amano simply nods back and makes his way carefully outside. 

Once away from the press of bodies the boy lets out a long sigh, stretching his limbs. Without waiting for prompting he begins walking slowly towards the fishery. After a few seconds however he looks over his shoulder at Illiendi, a shy look on his face. “So, how was that?” Before the other can respond he turns his eyes once more to the road in front of them. “Russ is a good guy, not nearly as condescending as most of those who work for my father. I really didn't expect to find him there, but what a stroke of luck, huh?” He doesn't notice his head sinking back down to it's usual position as he speaks. Now not on the spot he begins curling back into himself.