[h3]Averine City Docks[/h3]
[h3]Ryker of the Barrows and Alexandra "Siren" Flores[/h3]
The mercenary captain had made his way over to the doorway of one of the many warehouses by the wharf, standing under the cheap wooden door canopy to save his armour from the rain. As Ryker approaches and addresses him, the man reaches up and removes his helmet to reveal his face. He is in his early fifties, red cheeked with a jolly demeanour and impressive black moustache with tips waxed and trained so that they curl upwards as if mimicking his smile.

"You're as bad as I am, man, spending all our money on swords and daggers, only to end up with none spare to buy a good hood!" he says, following up with a hearty chuckle. He leans back against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest and adds "Aye, as it happens I am looking for hunters." just as he is addressed by an approaching woman.

He grins a toothy grin, his bright eyes flitting between Ryker and Alexandra. "Would you look at that, two of you already and it isn't even noon. Good, hopefully this means I don't have to make my pitch twice!" The man pushes off from the doorframe and looks up at the sky. "How about we head indoors and have a talk there? There's an inn just around the corner, or if you're up for a walk we can head to the Siren's Pride further north, nice and cozy that one." he adds quickly, his expectant gaze falling upon Ryker first and then flitting between he and Alexandra once again.

[h3]Velta Burr[/h3]
Ships continued to make port and set sail, however no sign of a slaver vessel crewed by any of the Burr brothers showed itself, but that is not to say it would not still do so, the docks themselves were huge and very busy and with ships from all over the Empire making their stops.

Caravans coming and going by way of the farmland to the east of the city gates were rarer, but also offered slavers the best means to capture valuable Human slaves from the barbarian tribes, or better yet Dregs from the Dreglands to the north and west. One such caravan carrying an assortment of slaves happened to be making its way towards the city gates now, but unfortunately for Velta it was neither owned by nor had any association to the Burr family, nor was it indeed carrying any Sethkra'Vesh children.