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Story of Averice.

Wellp. This is crappy.

Story of Averice.

*casts Revive!*

Story of Averice.

I like the pacing so far atleast.

Story of Averice.

Vrek nods his head again firmly."Vrek guard, Vrek carry, what the lady tell Vrek, Vrek does it."First he notices how cautiously Vallière moves and he laughs slightly from his throat."Lady no need to fear. Vrek may dumb, but Vrek no attack woman." He then looks down at the contract rather uncomfortably and shrugs his shoulders."Vrek can no write, Vrek only read and carry." He then explains and laughs a bit."People outsmart Vrek, but Vrek outstrenght people."

Story of Averice.

Vrek looks down at the woman again and shrugs"Glider a 'hip. Vrek carries things to 'hips." He replies in a simple manner and looks over at the vessel, then glancing over at the one he just finished loading less than an hour ago."Vrek carry that 'hip. Full of big boxes, many cannons. Vrek 'trong." He nods and returns his eyes to Vallière."Vrek works good, and 'leeps only a bit. Vrek good worker." He nods and flashes a grin, unfortunately his rather unique anatomy keeps it from being charming, instead it would give children nightmares."I pick, I carry, I fix, I 'mash." He finishes then and nods his head again, he flicks his tail once and tips a bystander over by accident.

Story of Averice.

Well, the day sure turned out well for Vrek. usually the day's payment could keep him going until late midnight before passing out in the corner of the pub. Right now on the other hand he was broke, and even he figured out that he wouldn't be praised from his actions towards the poor guy, others would just say that he wasn't responsible for his actions and it was alcohol's work. How would alcohol and groping barmaids have anything to do with responding anyone? He shrugs and decides not to think of it too much, he'd only end up having a headache, instead of that he needed work. Well paying work too. After he spend few minutes asking around he was informed of a ship that was hiring a crew from here, and after three different people gave him the exact location, he began to head that way.

It took Vrek good fifteen minutes to finally find the place, and after few more questions asked, he eventually stands before Vallière and looks down at her.

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The day so far was good for eeveryone in the pub. Until one of the drunken customers decided that he wanted some closeup time with the barmaid against her obvious will. In three point seven seconds, the man noticed that his next course was towards the window, what confused him the most was that he travelled through the air, and at least he ahd never noticed wings on his back so far. Well, the obvious answer was Vrek who had gripped him from neck and hurled him away though the window. He leaves his payment fully on the counter."'orry" he apologises from the owner and squeezes from the door before he caused more damage to his second home, the pub. As soon as the drunken male got up, he found himself from the air again, and soon enough the large mutant pushed him into trashbin."'it tight there 'mall man." He grunts and glares at him."Next time when the lady 'ays no 'he means it." He lectures the drunkard, who probably won't even remember the lecture, if he even understood anything of it with Vrek's weird way of speech and lack of first 'S' letters.

Story of Averice.

Yeah, the recruitting is in the docks, and Vrek is in the bar :D

Story of Averice.

Vrek soon enough arrives to pub, it's not that far away since the busiest business happens around the docks, at least in the alcohol frontiers. He manages to squeeze in from the doors that have been enlarged once before for his shape, but it was years ago when he was younger, and well, smaller.. The owner never agreed to do it second time, and besides, the oil his skin oozes helps him slip through the doors and fixes up any possible cracks he leaves behind too. He sits on his personal seat, it's a wooden barrel filled with sand and reinforced four times with iron bars and more wood around it. He doesn't even have to speak, the attractive barmaid, which he totally does not have slight crush on, carries six pints of finest ale before him, and he pays some extra more than happily for it, and a glance down her cleavage.

Story of Averice.

Verk was at the docks as usually, he helped the larger ships load their cargo for payment, which probably would go to alcohol later that night, he carries in heavy boxes into a small ship and chitchatted with some of the people around it. He heaves the last box in and accepts his payment, then taking his course towards the neares pub, once again catching more than few glances from the people who see him every day, yet can't get over his presence. he shrugs it off, he's used to strange looks already, after all his form is not the most pleasant to the eyes, nor is he hard to miss.