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"I have been going horse for long time, and I vant vodka after travel. You can provide, da? If you have, then a round of it for everyone on me!" He said, with a wave of a slightly damp fist. He leaned a bit closer to the barkeep presumably after the last interaction was done and said "I vant to kno' if there is vork here. Good vork, something long lasting with decent pay, for someone that can fight and has... special talents." It was right to the point, but such was the way of the Gospodar folk.


[i]Oh Gods...[/i] Thought Ludolf silently to himself [I]...a bloody Kislevite.[/i]

After exchanging coin with the greybeard sat at the bar and handing him a pint flagon of Zhufbar Ale – not as uncommon, even here, as the Dwarfs craggy features showed he believed – the tavern proprietor gave a small chuckle at the rebuke from the clearly experienced warrior and turned his attention back to the apparently presumptuous snow-dweller.

“Look northerner, I have vodka if you are willing to pay up coin to buy it, if not then you stop offering drinks to everyone in this place. We do not give out drink for free in the Empire...and by the looks of all here, well, I'd say you owe about nine crowns [i]at least[/i]. You have that money, do you?”

It wasn't that the former soldier disliked the pale Kislevite, he was just not one to part with his stock for anything less than a fair price; as for the Hochlander, he didn't even look old enough to drink.

“As for work, well, he should be here any minute.”



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Severo Emigdio the One-Eyed hauled his skeletal frame along the road with as much energy as he could muster, huffing and puffing to himself all the while, muttering in Estalian and wishing he had never become a 'party' of the Guild all those decades ago. It was quite a boring tale really, and short; he had made his way to the misty isle of Albion, discovered a jewel the size of his own head, and taken it from beneath the gaze of a mentally deficient giant! True, it had taken right eye, but in the end the wealth that had come from the jewel had been worth a singular eye and allowed him to buy his way into the lower hierarchy of the Guild.

Now, as he visibly sweltered beneath the colourful red cloak and inside the green tunic and hose he wore, he cursed that ruby to the Underworld and back.

The Estalian certainly did not look the 'sellsword' type, and indeed he was not, if anything he was a huge fluke, and his gaunt appearance and slicked back black hair did nothing to give him any form of martial air possessed by some. At five feet and seven inches he was of average height for one with decent nutrition, the cane he held in one spindly hand and supported himself upon with a silver top in the shape of an Estalian galleon, and the general clothing he wore showing him as a man of wealth but not of war.

Across his chest was a broad leather strap, supporting an entire collection of writing equipment inside a leather satchel, these were – for the moment – the tools of his trade; for he was a recruiter for the Guild, and all that that entailed.

“Estupid calor,” he growled as he eyed the pathway leading into the open space before him, his head rising to see the exterior of the Nag before him, “Finalment, estic aquí.”

Urging his lanky legs to carry him the rest of the way, he half-fell through the doorway of the tavern – barely avoiding the Elf and gaggle of Dwarfs milling about not far from the entrance – righting himself with all the composure he could muster and walking to his regular table in the farthest corner of the place. 

On this day he sat as far away from the fire as he could, giving Ludolf a curt nod to let the Reiklander know he was here, and arranging on the tabletop his implements with skilled and practised motions; a quill, parchment, an inkwell and so forth.

“Please, ladies and gentlemen, may I hath your attention!” He intoned loudly, standing from his seat and opening his arms wide, “any and all seeking work with the Guild shall see me in their own time, one at a time. Pleath enjoy yourselves until then.”