Serci lifted his self off of the horse drawn carraige, tipping the driver quite generously before tightly secureing the hood of his cape around his feminine face. Tucking the long golden hair into his robes, he set off towards the dusty path that eventually faded into a boardwalk hovering over the dirty ocean a couple of feet. The air was full of grime and salt, as much as the crowds walking next him. Various stalls and shops were set up, booming with bussiness under the mid day's burning sun. Burly men with unidentifiable stains patroled the board walk with their weapons on display. Back in his hometown, to carry a weapon was to show cause your honor and skill, but here, the connotation was diffrent. Weapons were used as threats and underhanded gains. *Honestly Angela, why have you sent me here* Serci thought to himself, passing by a crowd of thugs eyeing Serci with suspicion. 

An unimaginative sigh escaped his lips, propositioned by various scantily clad women. He merely smiled warmly, raising a hand to bid them a good day as he passed by them and into the shade of a tavern. Assaulted by the vile stench of throw up, Serci held his nose, untucking his hood, unweaving his blonde hair. His clean white and grey robes were certainly outlandish around these parts and gathered many curious stares. Gracefully, his eyes set forward he made his way to the bearded barkeep. Reaching into his pockets he pulled out an eleglantly decorated coin purse, dropping the sack on the wooden bar, sliding it to the man. "There's a shipment under the name of Serci. Nothing more than Fish, grapes, cheese and the like. I have wagon at the entrance of the board walk. Signal me when you are ready."

The man grunted in return, taking the coin purse and heading through a set of double doors behind the bar. Serci took a seat, grateful for the open seats beside him. Pulling out a flask from underneath his robes, he took a swig of the earth-y wine, enjoying the subtle notes of Angela's wine. His posture made him stick out, not particularly carrying. No matter how much he would try to blend in, Angela's isginia on the back of his cape would set him apart from the thuggish counterparts. Sighing impatiently, he waited.

The air of this place had always been foul, carrying the stench of decay and refuse. It sullied the smell of the ocean breeze and twisted it into a putrid assault against the senses. Despite this sickening scent, many found themselves at home here even if it was only for lack of places to go. So it was with Kale Grenich; a one armed man with tanned skin that came from a life in the sun, dark black hair, and piercing blue eyes with a sigil tattoo around the left one. He’d grown to despise this place, but with no ship to call home he was forced to stay.

Kale had been contracted to escort a shipment of general goods that had arrived on one of the ships passing through and had been there to meet the ship as it arrived. It was an uneventful escort, really; there was nothing at all of real value that he could see, but at least it kept him busy. Now, he sat alone in the corner of the tavern having found no one of appeal to keep him company as he waited for his client.

Icy blue eyes darted at the door as it swung open, parted by a figure clad in bright white and grey in contrast to the rest of the patrons. It was easy enough to assume that this was his client as most around this town deemed themselves fit enough to care for themselves. The figure made for the bar as Kale pushed himself from his chair, stopping the moment the sigil upon the cloak was visible. Of course it would be Angela, Kale thought to himself, she could never leave well enough alone. He sat back in the chair and watched as the figure walked over to an empty table and sat. With a heavy sigh, Kale picked himself up once more and made his way over.

Without any sort of proper introduction, he sat across from the figure. “It figures Angela’d be the one trying to keep me from the bottle,” he said as he eyed Serci warily, “You are the one waiting on an escort, aren’t you? The one picking up the supplies waiting here?”

Serci eyed the newcomer with a sense of apprehension. Angela did mention some hired help, however, failed to mention the… half of help, to put it mildly. The rather handsome man, aside from the offputting tattoo, was one armed. Which was unfortunate, but made no sense for the newcomer to be an escort. How would he lift? How would he fight? Serci wanted to dismiss the man, calling out the ploy before it was started, however, Angela would be upset if this man was indeed an escort. Serci was a tad bit over serious, leading to unnecessary conflicts. Perhaps this man was a friend to Angela's as he spoke of earlier. Maybe even held some sort of importance to her? It wouldnt be the first time she forgotten to warn him about friends of hers. And luckily, this one didnt have a frying pan with him.

Serci examined the new comer silently before speaking formally, a sense of nobility in his movements. "Forgive me for being cautious. I wasn't informed of an escort. Besides, I am more than capable of handling anything I will meet." He said, reaching into his satchel and taking out the silver trimmed flask. The man had spoke of his fondness of the bottle, and being a citizen of this depravity probably wasnt shy of a drink. He handed the man the wine filled flask continueing. "But the road is long, and I would enjoy the company of another." Serci said, trusting the man. He gave a warm smile, tilting his head as reassurance. "Perhaps you already know me, but proper introductions are in order. I am Angela's champion. Serci." Tucking a stray strand of golden hair beneath an ear, exposing his girlish face, Serci offered a respectful bow of his head in place of a hand shake.

Around this time, the double doors that lead to the establishment's kitchen opened and the burly bar keep returned with a nod and a statement to return to the caraven. "Come now. Let us return." Serci said promptly, with a flourish of his gold trimmed cape, Serci turned on his heel and led his companion through the crowded streets. The smell of urine and throw up faded, leaving the salty breeze of the ocean air to asail their senses. Upon arrival of the wagon, Serci inspected the tightly packed shipment and smiled wirely at Kale, climbing onto the driver side, taking ahold of the reigns, resembling the posture of one of nobility. Offering hand out to his new acquaintance. "I am under the impression you know the details of this trip, but to be safe, I will go over the itinerary. We'll go east through Virens forest and through Bohar." Pausing to meet Kale's icee eyes, Serci spoke with a hint of sincerity. "I should'nt have to tell an experienced man such as your self, but the forest hides rogues, especially close to a place like this," Serci said with a snort of disdain. "And the plains are patrolled by bandits. Though, after we get through the plains, it should be smooth sailing south towards Adeluna."

"In Adeluna, Angela's clergy will take care of the boxes, leaving us with time to get a proper ale or two in a civilized establishment." Serci said with a smile. "Not too complicated? Then off we go." With a kick of his feet and a shake of the leather reigns, the pair was off.