The captain looked up from his meddling of twine and dried stalks of tobacco. He stared, long and hard at the other man. His cheeriness somehow agitated the captain and a deep frown pulled at his face. His winged creature crooned from its spot on his shoulder and blinked brightly at the other man, carefully watching the stranger smell the pouch of tobacco. The captain pulled the last dying bit of the cigar from his mouth.

“Afternoon.” He finally spoke. His voice was gruff - possibly from the drying smoke he’d been inhaling for some long years or he woke up on the wrong side of the bed or he simply didn’t like this person. It was hard to tell which - maybe it was all three. He dug the last bit of his cigar into a small chipped plate where older butts laid in a sandy grave. His smoky blue eyes never left the mercenary. They considered him slowly, carefully and thoroughly while the captain mulled over the requests. The captain wasn’t as young as he looked. He was far older with an experience of certain clientele. Even though it wouldn’t be much of a trip by the words the man gave him. It sounded dull and boring like a drop shipment. But something about the man told him it be far more interesting than what met his ears and eyes. 

“Aye.” The captain suddenly stated and he pulled at his long coat and appeared to reach for the hilt of the sword at his hip. Instead his hand dug into an inside pocket and he pulled out a delicate wrapping tied with a single string. He didn’t make skins for usual sale like the tobacco was but they were available when asked for. The string was pulled off and the wrapping was folded back to reveal several smaller rolls of a darker brown. These too were wrapped in a string individually. 

“One’s good for three. Take your pick.” He placed the wrapping on the table for the other man’s leisure to choose. “Ten bits for the pouch and skins… A piece of sky stone for the ride. I don’t give out meals. You’ll have to fend for yourself or get your own supplies for the trip. I reckon it’ll take a day minimum. Two or three days at the greatest if the weather turns sour.”