Jacque stalked along the docks silently, head bowed low, shoulders hunched, and tail swaying from side to side slowly as he went along in search of the location printed on the paper clenched in his claws. The mercenary had found rather slim pickings in Tarnoa, a few deliveries here and there, nothing really suited for a person of his caliber, but money was money in the end. He'd just been about to depart to a more plentiful land, perhaps somewhere like Repora, when he'd stumbled across a recruitment letter posted outside of the inn he'd stayed in for the night, one requesting a crew to Glide under someone by the moniker of Cpt.Vallière. Jacque wasn't particularly pleased with the idea of working under someone for a long period of time, but if the pay was good, he'd put up with it for as long as the money flowed, then drop the job when his services could no longer be afforded.

 There was a just desk just ahead of him, a woman sat behind it and appeared to be calmly scribbling on a book before her, Jacque checked the paper again to ensure this was indeed the location he was searching for, then briskly walked towards her, making note of the small but well armed ship at her back. Jacque stopped six inches away from the desk and held up the paper, "Are you the Captain recruiting? I'm here to apply as first mate.", he stated curtly. There was to be no beating around the bush, ask for or about the job, come to an agreement about payment, do as directed, and get paid, that was how Jacque did business every time. He stared down at the woman silently as he waited for her answer, his golden eyes piercing through the mist like twin daggers.