Sharee grinned, glad to see that her first recruit was both eager, and seemingly had experience. Every single recruit for this job didn’t need to be a sailor; as long as she had enough good people, they could teach the rest how to function on a ship. It would probably take a lot of discipline to whip them into shape, but Sharee was very familiar with harsh training regimens. “Good, I need people with sailing experience. I don’t expect everyone I hire to be an expert, so expect to train some of the crew. As far as the plan goes, I already have some things in mind. I just need to finish recruiting so I know what I’ll be working with. If you’re half as good at fighting as I am, then you’ll be just fine. If you’ll just go over your skills with me, I’ll know where I can use you.” Sharee explained, her arrogance shining through her serious demeanor. 

As the pair was talking, another individual, a pale-looking Bosmer, approached their table. Sharee glanced around to where he came from and saw Kilith sitting at a table in the corner. They made eye contact, then Kilith pointed to the Bosmer and nodded. It seemed as if he had already started on his part of the deal. Sharee turned her attention to the Bosmer and motioned for the last free seat at the table. “I take it Kilith sent you to me about the job, right? What did he tell you about it?” She asked.