Head Hunters|Fireteeth, Firegem Isles
Dec 27, 2009 0:35:17 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Dec 27, 2009 0:35:17 GMT -5
Dramatic entrances weren't generally popular in Fireteeth Isle. Doing stupid things like kicking in doors or calling everyone in the tavern 'yellow bellied cowards' and 'skum sucking sea dogs' tended to get a knife in your belly swiftly just from the sheer annoyance. Most men on the hard island did not care to be interrupted from such serious pursuits as getting absolutely wasted.
That's why bounty hunter Sytao knew better than to do any of those things as he sauntered into The Naked Lady. Overall, it was something of a rotten tavern. The drink was decent but overpriced, and so was the terrible food. Most people went there for all the other services but the standard tavern fair; it was a place where people met in paid rooms for private meetings of all kinds, where deals and alliances could be struck in dark corners. There were also the naked barmaids, but for once that wasn't why Sytao was there. He came on business this day.
Catching the eye of several people he recognized or knew, he smiled and gave small nods or waves where appropriate, including a wink or two at a woman whom he'd had relations with (generally more business than pleasure though both if he could help it).
He knew all the signs to advertise the fact he was looking to strike a deal with something. He kept his favorite weapon, his claymore, strapped to his back. Given his short stature, it would have been ridiculous enough to see it on his belt, the tip possibly dragging the ground. Instead he had a pair of very ornamental daggers, generally kept only for show and for situations like this. The daggers were worn openly, with no peace-tie, and one held the grisly ornament of a tiny, shrunken head dangling from a leather cord from the hilt. That advertised his occupation as a bounty hunter.
He also kept one solitary sapphire out, rubbing his thumb against it idly - it was a job that would pay, and pay well, he was offering.
That alone should suffice to draw takers.
That's why bounty hunter Sytao knew better than to do any of those things as he sauntered into The Naked Lady. Overall, it was something of a rotten tavern. The drink was decent but overpriced, and so was the terrible food. Most people went there for all the other services but the standard tavern fair; it was a place where people met in paid rooms for private meetings of all kinds, where deals and alliances could be struck in dark corners. There were also the naked barmaids, but for once that wasn't why Sytao was there. He came on business this day.
Catching the eye of several people he recognized or knew, he smiled and gave small nods or waves where appropriate, including a wink or two at a woman whom he'd had relations with (generally more business than pleasure though both if he could help it).
He knew all the signs to advertise the fact he was looking to strike a deal with something. He kept his favorite weapon, his claymore, strapped to his back. Given his short stature, it would have been ridiculous enough to see it on his belt, the tip possibly dragging the ground. Instead he had a pair of very ornamental daggers, generally kept only for show and for situations like this. The daggers were worn openly, with no peace-tie, and one held the grisly ornament of a tiny, shrunken head dangling from a leather cord from the hilt. That advertised his occupation as a bounty hunter.
He also kept one solitary sapphire out, rubbing his thumb against it idly - it was a job that would pay, and pay well, he was offering.
That alone should suffice to draw takers.