Malakaus didn't look at the two, but he rolled his eyes at their comment about keeping their side work civilized. [b]"Nothing civilized about what we do. We steal and kill for fun and profit. But I'll try not to make too much of a mess of it."[/b] The three went back to the khajit where Seral bribed him to let the three into the city. Malakaus instinctively reached for his axe, which he didn't have, as he was fairly used to having it rest on his shoulder. Either that or a pick, or just something. Thinking back to Sarel's comments about barbarism, Malakaus wondered if he should have taken that as an insult, a compliment, or a sad reminder that he's not in a land he's familiar with. Ultimately he chose not to think about it, he had work to do. [b][i]"Let's find that metal."[/b][/i] If his grunts did their jobs, most of his things should have already been secured. He hasn't seen hide or hair of any of them though, and he flexed his hand at the thought of beating some sense into any that he found already slacking off.

Soon Seral stopped him and handed him a note. On it was a list of things that Seral needed, though for what Malakaus wasn't entirely sure. He imagined that it was for the ship, but Malakaus was uncertain if Seral was aware that the orc planned to create armor for the ship himself. Seral was responsible for the ship's repairs... Well, Malakaus would just have to figure out a way to design the ship in such a way that it would fall under his jurisdiction. Malakaus did find it a bit quirk some that Sarel was handing off what was presumably his job to the orc, though he made a note to repay the "favor" later. [b]"Don't get yourself too high. You might smoke more than a smelter, but we're in Khajit Lands now. Their moon sugar is leagues above what gets smuggled out of their lands."[/b] Malakaus laughed a little, knowing very well that both of them could probably handle the local skooma if they imbibed it. It was mostly foreshadowing for what Malakaus planned to do later. He walked away waving the note in his hand and waving good bye to the other two.

Malakaus hit a few shops and workhouses selling what Malakaus needed. To his surprise, it wasn't hard securing the deals. Perhaps the natives didn't feel so inclined to haggle or argue against a three-hundred pound orc in full heavy armor. Either that or they were scamming him, which if they were, he'd show them why they should worry about said three-hundred pound orc in full heavy armor. The only difficult part seemed to be that they won't have the shipment ready until later today, and that they tried to squeeze more money from him by offering to move the materials to the ship using their own workers, for a fee. Malakaus didn't buy this as they had their own ample supply of crewmembers to haul the supplies back to the ship. Malakaus just needed to find them, mostly his Typhoon Warriors. They should be able to spread the message themselves. Now he just began to look around town for where his warriors would be. [b]"They better haven't started shooting up skooma before me..."[/b]