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"Can I help you?"
Theo stood with pan in hand. A fire raging in its cooking pit in front of him. Chopped veggies and meat flipped as a large brute in hardened leather with a club on his side stood next to a more lithe man with charcoal hair watched slightly annoyed. A chubby raccoon making pleads and demands locked inside of a reinforced cage nearby the entire time.
"Your presence is demanded. Debts owed." The lithe one said putting on a rat like smile upon his face. His pig nosed brute just grunted after and frowned as he gripped his club a bit dramatically.
The scholar cook glanced at them a moment before his eyes went back to his cooking. By Alliria they always chose the worst times. These two also felt in a position of power over him and that meant if he wasn't careful they might get rougher than needed. Where was patience with their types? He was obviously cooking right now in a tavern kitchen!
A louder clatter echoed in from the room beyond the door frame. Muffled voices as the server was being aggressively lectured about their mistake by a temperamental owner and host. No doubt threats at a lose of pay to cover "costs" of what was lost. And he would be next if he abandoned his shift right now. He needed the pay to cover the costs of his room and board. He couldn't dip into his savings.
In a voice calm and straight as a stone block Theo said, "Then I suggest you sit, order, and wait till my shift is over. I am busy at the moment. Your distraction might, might, cause me to burn something."
The raccoon rattled and shook a balled fist at the humans when burnt food was mentioned. Was it out of anger or encouragement to get him to burn the food? A bowl licked clean and little specks of burnt food around her maw a clue as to which was accurate.
The brute got ready to make a move but the lithe man stopped him with a shake of his head. Then his rat eyes went to the cook. "Don't try to dip out the back on us. Got folks waiting out there with less patience.... See you soon."
The pair left out the door frame and sat at a table where them and the cook could see each other easily. No backing out of this now.
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Theo walked into a familiar office. Sammy riding on his shoulder still scolding him about being locked up while there was food to gobble for so long. The place belonged to a loan shark, brothel owner, gambling hall provider, and worst of all real estate owner. It was also someone he owed a rather hefty debt to as well as a sadly regular client of his talents. The show of force unnecessary from before but one this person always used whenever he was summoned before them.
And at the desk sat his for sure soon to be employer. A halfling woman with salt and pepper hair kept in a bun and braid with freckles dominating not just her face but her entire figure as well. A bit plump in a well off without needing to be as active kind of way. Eyes brown as loam. A nose slightly crooked from being broken and reset once long ago. Piercings covering her ears with all kinds of gems of various values, one in her nose, and rumors of one in her tongue as well.
Rumors had it that Miss Forrim (one did not leave out the miss part and live) was half kivren. Her voice when she spoke and sang as alluring as the old sailor tells would have you believe and her personality and tactics as ruthless as well as those sirens of the sea.
"You are late." Her gaze went from Theo to the rat faced man escorting him. "Told you to bring him here hours ago. Told you where he was. What took you so long?"
Before the man could answer, she waved her hand and the brute next to him knocked his companion out. He picked the lithe rag doll off the floor.
"He can work the shitters and docks till my business with my boy Theo is finished." She then waved at the big brute again who simply nodded and left the room without a word.
Theo watched it going down. A sweat forming on his lower back as he stood and waited for permission to be seated. It was the proper thing to do in a business meeting and also the best way to avoid getting thrown to the docks as well. The door closed behind the big boar. Things went silent. Even Sammy had gone quiet. During this time Miss Forrim motioned her permission for Theo to sit and so he did without hesitation. The food gremlin curled up into his lap and tried to hide her face away from the scary lady.
"We have a big problem. And by we have a big problem I mean I have a big problem." Miss Forrim hadn't waited for him to settle. Straight to the point as usual. She cleared a voice a bit then yelled, "Bring in the meat!"
Meat, her favorite term for mercenaries and sellswords. His eyes glanced to the door to see who was entering the room. If she was hiring someone with skill for a job then she indeed had a big problem. What was this all about exactly?
Once the new arrival was in and taken their seat as well, Miss Forrim said looking at the pair, "Somebody owes me coin. A larger sum than Alliria's tits and I need you two to find out who."
Theo stood with pan in hand. A fire raging in its cooking pit in front of him. Chopped veggies and meat flipped as a large brute in hardened leather with a club on his side stood next to a more lithe man with charcoal hair watched slightly annoyed. A chubby raccoon making pleads and demands locked inside of a reinforced cage nearby the entire time.
"Your presence is demanded. Debts owed." The lithe one said putting on a rat like smile upon his face. His pig nosed brute just grunted after and frowned as he gripped his club a bit dramatically.
The scholar cook glanced at them a moment before his eyes went back to his cooking. By Alliria they always chose the worst times. These two also felt in a position of power over him and that meant if he wasn't careful they might get rougher than needed. Where was patience with their types? He was obviously cooking right now in a tavern kitchen!
A louder clatter echoed in from the room beyond the door frame. Muffled voices as the server was being aggressively lectured about their mistake by a temperamental owner and host. No doubt threats at a lose of pay to cover "costs" of what was lost. And he would be next if he abandoned his shift right now. He needed the pay to cover the costs of his room and board. He couldn't dip into his savings.
In a voice calm and straight as a stone block Theo said, "Then I suggest you sit, order, and wait till my shift is over. I am busy at the moment. Your distraction might, might, cause me to burn something."
The raccoon rattled and shook a balled fist at the humans when burnt food was mentioned. Was it out of anger or encouragement to get him to burn the food? A bowl licked clean and little specks of burnt food around her maw a clue as to which was accurate.
The brute got ready to make a move but the lithe man stopped him with a shake of his head. Then his rat eyes went to the cook. "Don't try to dip out the back on us. Got folks waiting out there with less patience.... See you soon."
The pair left out the door frame and sat at a table where them and the cook could see each other easily. No backing out of this now.
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Theo walked into a familiar office. Sammy riding on his shoulder still scolding him about being locked up while there was food to gobble for so long. The place belonged to a loan shark, brothel owner, gambling hall provider, and worst of all real estate owner. It was also someone he owed a rather hefty debt to as well as a sadly regular client of his talents. The show of force unnecessary from before but one this person always used whenever he was summoned before them.
And at the desk sat his for sure soon to be employer. A halfling woman with salt and pepper hair kept in a bun and braid with freckles dominating not just her face but her entire figure as well. A bit plump in a well off without needing to be as active kind of way. Eyes brown as loam. A nose slightly crooked from being broken and reset once long ago. Piercings covering her ears with all kinds of gems of various values, one in her nose, and rumors of one in her tongue as well.
Rumors had it that Miss Forrim (one did not leave out the miss part and live) was half kivren. Her voice when she spoke and sang as alluring as the old sailor tells would have you believe and her personality and tactics as ruthless as well as those sirens of the sea.
"You are late." Her gaze went from Theo to the rat faced man escorting him. "Told you to bring him here hours ago. Told you where he was. What took you so long?"
Before the man could answer, she waved her hand and the brute next to him knocked his companion out. He picked the lithe rag doll off the floor.
"He can work the shitters and docks till my business with my boy Theo is finished." She then waved at the big brute again who simply nodded and left the room without a word.
Theo watched it going down. A sweat forming on his lower back as he stood and waited for permission to be seated. It was the proper thing to do in a business meeting and also the best way to avoid getting thrown to the docks as well. The door closed behind the big boar. Things went silent. Even Sammy had gone quiet. During this time Miss Forrim motioned her permission for Theo to sit and so he did without hesitation. The food gremlin curled up into his lap and tried to hide her face away from the scary lady.
"We have a big problem. And by we have a big problem I mean I have a big problem." Miss Forrim hadn't waited for him to settle. Straight to the point as usual. She cleared a voice a bit then yelled, "Bring in the meat!"
Meat, her favorite term for mercenaries and sellswords. His eyes glanced to the door to see who was entering the room. If she was hiring someone with skill for a job then she indeed had a big problem. What was this all about exactly?
Once the new arrival was in and taken their seat as well, Miss Forrim said looking at the pair, "Somebody owes me coin. A larger sum than Alliria's tits and I need you two to find out who."
