At the mention of a ship Stephen's eyes darted around taking in the many ships at the docks. A ship was something that meant more than just a transport, it meant a way to remove himself from the smog. To lift more than just his spirits, to lift himself from the grime of the city and breath fresh air for the first time in his life. Not to mention a chance to swipe it for himself and live like a king among the clouds. 

[color=a36209]"I meself ain't from Steamport. I came 'ere a bit ago from another smog covered city covered in shite like this one 'ere."[/color] Stephen said with a shrug. His mind racing with the possibilities a ship implicated. Along with what prospects the venture this man was offering. Might be worth his time to go along and claim both the ship and whatever this venture paid off. [color=a36209]"As for me schedule, the price ain't so high. Just split whatever this venture of yours has ta offer and you'll have the skills of the fastest fingers come to reside in this 'ere city."[/color] He added before dangling the man's coin pouch before his eyes. A satisfied smirk upon his lips.

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