<strong>New Haven, Docks</strong><br/><br/>As Horo made her way outside and towards the docks she would find the place was busy with people loading up goods aboard the Jackal, several boxes with strong scent in the air, strong spices from the looks of it. The Swift Maiden and The Valiant in turn were loading up food and fresh water from the looks of it, preparing for a longer journey perhaps. Lastly there was the Moth, with sailors aboard seeming to prepare it for departure, with a woman on deck shouting commands to the crew to get everything ready in a quick order. Unlike the other ships, it did not appear that they were loading up on food supplies. Of course that might have been already done in their case.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"The island is two days journey away if you set sail today you should be there the day after tomorrow, but if the sea is against you then it might take an additional day's worth of sailing. That said, its uncomfortably close to New Haven which is a port for many vessels passing through the seas, so you can see why its a problem for the Guild too if Piracy and raids from the Orcs and other greenskins gets common in this area." The Guild captain spoke varily. "The reason I am waiting two weeks is that I doubt you can pull this job off by just rushing in to kill all the enemies in a day and making your way to the heart of the enemy. There is probably just too much in simple numbers, and we are not talking of just poorly trained warriors given the basics of defending themselves, but seasoned veterans that lead them." The old man looked serious and worried at the thought.<br/><br/>"How the Greenskins got this much order among themselves and avoid getting their fingers around one another's throats is anybody's guess but I am not happy about it at all." He sighed, then looking at Jayne at her sudden question, pausing before answering it seriously. "I am not taking the journey with you, I travel aboard guild-certified vessels only, and the only vessel of the Guild at the docks here is going to the wrong direction for me. I don't have a strong enough reason to commandere it from its captain either." He brushed his chin faintly. "I was hoping to see about the island in question and observe it, but the ship I sent for, and the Magus aboard it, are probably both at the bottom of the sea by now, unless they made a hasty escape from the storm pushing into the shore of some smaller island on the way here. They might have survived in that case, but I doubt I'll be seeing them anytime soon." He frowned a bit, sighing. "The reason I am feeling a bit unhappy with the situation is that one of the operatives was my own grand-daughter, but the message was clear. Everyone is dead. The one that cast the 'Sending' to inform the Guild might have been taken captive instead, but I doubt my grand-daughter is alive anymore. That's another reason I cannot go. Bitter old men with petty vengeance don't go well with missions that affect more than personal tragedies." He sipped on his ale, his tone angry but at the same time sorrowful.<br/><br/>"First the ocean takes her parents and then it takes her. I may be wealthy but I have few to inherit it. That's why I am adding that reward of 4,000 for simply disrupting the orcs and the rest of the greenskin from turning out against everyone else. The client's money is in addition anyway." He waved a hand in the air briefly. "Anything else before you leave me to drink myself to stupor?"