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Yoru
Eamon thrummed his fingers against the table of the little tavern and inn barely meeting the threshold for an established place of business in his book.
But that was a case for the majority of things around the Black Bay it seemed. The warf they had agreed to meet at housing the easiest route to find safer passage to and from the place. Safer if only it meant the captains had more sense than to blindly accept bribes for taking passengers to slave auctions. It helped when you knew your way around the blade as well to be completely fair, and had made it clear with a rolling head that you wouldn't be asking nicely a second time. Thankfully the decapitated idiot had been a tail planted among them to run off and gather friends.
Likely someone knew trouble was coming or had a nasty habit of making trouble for themselves with alarming ease around the Bay. Either way, it was one less body between himself and the strange bit of work they'd be doing today.
Looking over the details once more as he leaned over the table, precariously balanced against the lip of the chair and having to firmly plant his feet to keep upright.
The furniture, described as nicely as he could manage with the lack of disdain present, was well used. Be it a common occurrence or simple mishap, he was certain he'd spied a splicing of new and old wood around the legs to keep them in use rather than make a new seat. And the constant creak beneath him warned agaisnt relying on it to hold his entire weight or relaxing in the slightest. Which was honestly a good descriptor for even daring to visit the Black Bay. If it hadn't been for needing to assist in business, he wouldn't have come to this gods forsaken place to start.
But coin was a healthy motivator for someone in his line of work. And graves seldom filled themselves without steady hands behind the process.
Someone had wanted to stir the pot in this place. The gathering of power currently around the Bay idle and complacent in their ways and in dire need of some inspired actions. Or at least that's how the pitch for the work had been spun to him. If it offered a chance to keep himself from idling and losing his edge, he didn't particularly mind. The bar maid stopped by his table, a grin across her face as she set out a small plate of bread and dried meats. The eyes behind the helmet looking them over slowly before deciding to indulge. Stripping away a small piece of bread while tearing a sliver of meat with it and slipping it between the slits of the visor to eat.
The sounds of his eating muted as he paused and reflected on his choice.
"Hmm."