The Captain waited for the team to order whatever refreshment they wanted to order. He stopped the waitress as she went to leave, whispering briefly in her ear before she left and closed the door behind her. Ari had briefly registered the squeezed sausage, engrossed as she was with the plate of food that she reacted more to the stolen sausage than the attempted pork-related assault. She waved a sausage at her subordinate, her mouth too full to admonish him as the squeezed sausage disappeared from her plate. Z only grinned at her before he turned back to the team.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">The repairs are going slowly. We should be up to snuff within the next day or two, though we are air-worthy now.</span>" He said, in response to the tabaxi's question. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">In regards to the reason behind this meeting, it revolves around our mission.</span>" He said, just as the waitress returned with their ordered refreshments before leaving again.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Our mission, handed to us by a representative of the Demon's Eye, is to rob a low-ranking member of the Grand Caravan.</span>" He said, looking each team member in the eye before he continued. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">You wouldn't know what that is, because it's not something everyone knows. It's an organization of rich merchants who love to run around, show off their wealth, and trade in expensive and rare items. Animals, people, exotic fruits, spices, drinks... The works. We're going to rob one of the lowest members, rich in comparison to the other merchant ships you might see in the skyways.</span>" He said, leaning forward over the table as he spoke, the only sound the incessant munching of the hungry halfling at his side.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">To do it, I commissioned some new additions to the armory from a well-known blacksmith and engineer here on Veldross. However, he is late on delivery. He must have finished, but whatever his reasoning in delaying the delivery could make us miss our shot at our target.</span>" He said, grinding his sharp teeth in mild anger, downing the rest of his wine, and placing the empty glass on the table.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">His shop is <i>the</i> <i>Battered Cauldron</i>, a shop off of Main and 3rd. I need you lot to pay him a visit and see what you can do to expedite the delivery of what I asked him for. He'll show you what they are, since I don't want to spoil the surprise. I wanted to reveal them when we aimed to take off, but that's not an option if they're delayed. Questions?</span>" He said simply, offering directions on how to reach the shop from their current location.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="9202" data-username="Seraph Darkfire" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9202/">Seraph Darkfire</a><a class="username" data-user-id="8632" data-username="EldridSmith" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8632/">EldridSmith</a><a class="username" data-user-id="9206" data-username="dae mec" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9206/">dae mec</a><a class="username" data-user-id="9242" data-username="Simply Existing" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9242/">Simply Existing</a>