Author: sircrumpet, Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2018 7:21 PM, Post Subject: An Offer (P)

It had been a long time since the Gladiator had been to this port filled with bandits and thieves but even people such as himself sometimes had to swoop down to the filth and vile of the world to get enough money to survive a few weeks, he had travelled all this way to search through the job board's for tasks such as Manual Labour or Guarding anything and then maybe settle down with a drink in his hands and a game of poker where he would win all the coins. The thought itself caused the man to laugh quietly he believed luck didn't exist and if the world wanted you to win then you'd have to earn it by using your skill and hard work.

Entering the port he could see the sun starts to dip beyond the horizon but still enough light for people to be selling items of 'amazing strength and wonder' one of these sellers even tried to say that snake oil could make him immortal too which Viserys roughly shoved him out the way, in all fairness the city inhabitants werent all that bad just people trying to live their lives by working or selling, it is the night time occupants that give it the reputation as criminals of all the realms meet up and discuss illegal activity or trading with the black market that had popped up here years ago even the smells had started to take a more rotten stench as the scent of roses or herbs had slowly been replaced by rotting fish as the traders took their leave for the night leaving the gladiator to read over job's that were being requested before his eyes landed on one that peaked his intrest, it lacked alot of details about what he would be doing but the pay was enough for him to rip the scroll of the bored and slide it into his pocket.

The walk to the meeting place was a long one, mostly due to the fact that he had gotten lost in the winding streets of the city and was personally working hard on not walking into anyone that would try to rob him since he didn't feel like killing someone today but after all that he appeared at the Inn with a small smile to hear the happy cheering or the odd brawl happening, but the best thing about this place was the Ale as he rose a hand to the bartender "One of your finest" throwing a silver onto the counter before taking a large gulp of his drink scanning the area. his eyes once again settled on a woman sitting alone at a table as he walked over slamming the job scroll onto the wooden table and slumping into a chair silently drinking for a few moments as a power move to show he meant business before asking "This yours?"