Miguel
Zane Harmattan
Zahrada, Astoria

"We're not going to talk about the job out here." Zane told the man, dragging him towards a more abandoned part of the estate. When he found a room that wasn't used, Zane threw the man in and followed behind him. A quick glance around the room, and Zane remembered where he stashed some of his weapons, glad he stocked most of the rooms with some form of self defense.

"Tell me your name." He commanded, leaning back against the door to the room. He crossed his arms and rested his left leg on the door as well. If the man made a run for it, the small blade that Zane kept hidden in his boot would be needed.
Kevin
Arin Cragton
Zahrada, Astoria
Arin frowned as he was thrown in, and did a quick search of the room, taking in every detail he could, and looked at the man, and frowned again. 

"My name is Arin. Arin Cragton. Your last name is Harmattan, but I cannot think of a time where your first name was mentioned." Arin said, noticing the man preferring to keep his left boot tilted upwards, maybe for reach for a weapon.
Miguel
Zane Harmattan
Zahrada, Astoria

"You don't need to know my first name." Zane commented, watching as the man took note of his stance. "And I'll tell you right now, there's a blade in my boot. If you think you can escape those chains faster then I can gut you, I dare you to try. But if I see so much as a twitch from you, it'll be making a home in your chest."

Zane quieted after that, and rolled his neck. "So what are you? A vagabond? Bandit? Whore? What's your story."
Kevin
Arin Cragton
Zahrada Astoria

"My story is simple. I was a pirate, and a damned good one. I did many horrible things, thinking I was doing it for all the right reasons, getting back at those who had harmed others, but I was told to do something I never and will never do. I was told to capture and kill a child all to torture the father, a simple nobleman. I couldn't bring myself to do it, and I escaped with my life." Arin said, hanging his head low. "Call me a deserter all you like but children are innocent until they know what it's like in an adult's world." Arin said softly.
Miguel
Zane Harmattan
Zahrada, Astoria

Zane nodded softly as the man told him his story, a grim look on his face. "Sometimes those children have to grow up fast though, and learn that it's a fucked world out there." He commented, not choosing to think about his son, who despite being a well versed kid, could still be a bit naïve.

"How do you feel about being a pair of ears for me." He asked, cutting to the chase as he adjusted his stance a bit. "I could use someone who knows their way around a ship." He paused after he said that, remembering how he said he escaped from pirates. "But surviving those ships will fall to you."
Kevin
Arin Cragton
Zahrada Astoria

Arin grinned. "Go back to the hellhole I was in, and work for two different people?" He said, his voice beginning to take a strange tone. 

"Fuck it. I'll do it." Arin said, shrugging. "I have nothing better to do." He said.
Miguel
Zane Harmattan
Zahrada, Astoria

"Good." He stepped away from the door, and nodded to Arin. "There's a bar in town called 'The Blazing Bull'. Go to the bartender, Azule, and tell him that you can order from the secret stash. When he tells you to fuck off, order two rounds. He'll know you work for me."

Turning and opening the door, he grimaced and glanced back. "Most of your correspondence will be through a ciphered letter, or through reporting to that bartender." He took a step out the door, and pushed his head back in. "Oh, and if I find you in the estate again, without orders to be here, I will end you." With that, Zane left the man and walked back to his office.