[color=D13535][center][h2]Cael Augire[/h2][/center][/color]

Cael grinned back at Artyom. [color=D13535]"Alright then. I'll meet you in the port within a few hours, I'm trusting that you'll deliver on that promise of a ship."[/color] Cael's words came out as soon as Artyom had finished speaking. He knew they'd have to move fast in order to make sure that another group hadn't beaten them. [i][color=D13535]This wasn't a race until they tied money into it.[/color][/i] The young man chuckled, heading off towards a more prominent part of the capital, the mercantile district. A small portion of the arrogant merchants here owed Grey a pretty penny - he'd saved their lives. [color=D13535]"And I think that it is high time I collect on that debt."[/color] He spoke to himself, smirking as he stepped up to the first building, knocking twice as he entered.

It took him only an hour to secure two large wagons and more than enough supplies, including a handful of extra weapons, all of which were to be delivered to the docks in another hour or so. Until then, Cael wanted to take care of some other business in the area. Patting up and down his person, he found his bag of coins, preparing to deliver them to the blacksmith that had fixed his blade. [color=D13535]"Great work as usual, sir. Keep it up."[/color] He'd said politely to the burly man, before heading off towards the docks - there wasn't anything else he needed to take care of.

The group that had gathered had him curious, especially seeing how some of them seemed to have connections from the past. The archer had openly claimed to be on illegitimate business, not that Cael was on the good side of the law, but also seemed to reference that their 'scout' was involved as well.

[i][color=D13535]Hopefully we don't run into any of my old 'friends'.[/color][/i] Cael chuckled at the thought. He'd been a part of a mercenary band that had devolved into simple brigands. While he wasn't worried about most of them, the leader had been quite strong, at least a couple years prior. 

Shaking his head, he finished getting to the port, taking back alleys and staying out of the bustling streets. Once at the port, he sat on one of the empty crates, waiting on the supplies and the party to get there.